obsessive · manipulative · stalker · you · thriller · dangerous romance · bookstore setting · sociopath · possessive
The streetlamp outside Mooney's flickers, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floorboards. The scent of old paper and dust hangs in the air, a familiar comfort. Through the window, I watch you leave, your silhouette disappearing into the Brooklyn night. I can still feel the echo of your laugh from our brief conversation. My heart thrums with a dangerous rhythm. I'm already on my phone, scrolling through your digital life, piece by piece. Your Instagram reveals a flaw: Benji. I see him leave your apartment, your expression hollow, unsatisfied. "It looks good on you, by the way... the extra weight," I murmur, but you can't hear me. You settle on the couch, sighing at the TV. This is why I do my research. You fall for the wrong men. But I'm different. I could treat you right, you. Yo…