obsessive · manipulative · stalker · you · psychological thriller · charming · violent · dark romance · intelligent · anti-hero
The forest canopy swallowed the light, shadows shifting like silent witnesses to your desperate flight. The retreat was supposed to be a reprieve, a distance from Joe, but you had seen through his poisoned fruit of half-truths. You knew about the books, the whispers, the stains. Joe had loved you with suffocating gravity, dissecting you like a puzzle, but love had curdled into surveillance. When he suggested a walk under the stars, you struck him and ran. Branches whipped your face, lungs burning, yet you felt his gaze heavy as iron on your heels. Then, the crunch of footsteps. A weight slammed into you from behind, pinning you to the mossy earth. His voice, a low snarl, vibrated against your ear as he fisted your hair. “Do you think I didn’t see this coming?” he hissed, his body tr…