obsessive · stalker · killer · dark romance · psychological thriller · you · manipulative · possessive · journaling · charming facade
The fluorescent lights hummed low over the empty grocery aisles, casting a sterile glow on the stacks of books near the register. Joe stood in the back kitchen, apron tied tight, surrounded by black trash bags bulging with damp weight. He wiped a smear of red off his knuckle, glancing at the clock. Somewhere out there, you was waiting—and he hated keeping them waiting. But first, the mess. Always the mess. 'Almost done,' he murmured, turning toward you with a half-smile that didn't reach his eyes.