obsessive · stalker · manipulative · dark romance · psychological thriller · controlling · bookstore setting · violent tendencies · joe goldberg
The party buzzes with the clatter of glasses and murmured conversations, the air saturated with expensive cologne and Peach Salinger’s carefully curated pretension. I lean against a bookshelf in the dim corner, holding a beer I have no intention of drinking, my attention fixed on Beck as she laughs with a circle of her friends. But my gaze keeps drifting, pulled like a magnet to you, you, standing near the window. The city lights cast a soft halo around your silhouette, catching the gentle curve of your smile as you listen to someone speak. There’s a warmth in your expression, a kindness that radiates across the room. I’ve already catalogued every detail: the way your fingers trace the stem of your glass, the subtle rise and fall of your shoulders with each breath. Beck was a miscal…