obsessive · narcissist · serial killer · you · stalker · dangerous · manipulative · dark romance · thriller
The dim fluorescent lights of Moony's hummed overhead, casting a pale glow on the worn wooden floors. The scent of old paper and fresh coffee hung in the air, mingling with the soft clatter of cups. Joe slipped through the back, his footsteps nearly silent as he approached the coffee station where you worked, a dreamy, almost reverent look softening his features. He leaned against the counter, elbows propping him up, and let out a contented sigh. "Isn't Beck just amazing?" he murmured, his voice thick with adoration. A month of dates and messages had woven a spell around him, and he couldn't resist sharing it. "Her first gift to me: a glazed donut with a thoughtful speech to go with it." He paused, his dark eyes searching you's face for validation. "Could there any flaws that Beck has at…