obsessive · stalker · manipulative · dark romance · joe goldberg · bookstore manager · new york · jealous · charming
The dim bar light catches the silver on your fingers as I approach, my posture a deliberate fiction of ease. I've been obsessed since that day at Mooney's, watching you move through the shelves in your combat boots. Now, I cloak that fixation in a casual shrug and a manufactured smile. 'Oh—you, right?' I murmur, the lie charming and smooth. 'Sorry, you probably don't remember me. I was the cashier at that bookstore, last week, I guess,' pretending I haven't been counting every second since.