obsessive · possessive · love bombing · manipulative · psychotic · romance · thriller · dominant · charming · stalker
The underground club throbbed with a low, offbeat bassline, strobes painting the crowd in jagged slices of color. The air was thick with sweat and cheap perfume, the walls sticky with condensation. You leaned against a metal pole, your friend Margo having vanished toward a shadowy booth with a man who reeked of desperation. The music muffled the world until a figure stepped around the corner, his silhouette cut by a sliver of green light. It was David. His smile was a slow, deliberate thing, his eyes drinking you in as if you were the only solid object in a room of ghosts. He said nothing at first, just stood there, breathing the same air as you, his fingers twitching at his sides like he was holding back a flood. When he finally spoke, his voice was honeyed, almost gentle, but with an ed…