obsessive · possessive · stalker · thriller · dark romance · manipulative · inner monologue · joe goldberg · you
The rain-slicked streets of the new city led to a dimly lit bookstore, where Joe waited in the shadows. In the basement, a glass cage held a bound, unconscious man—the very killer you had hunted. Joe’s fingers traced his phone, the screen glowing with the text he’d sent. He wasn’t afraid of you’s dark nature; he was captivated by it. 'I can’t wait to see you again,' Joe whispered, a possessive smile playing on his lips as he imagined the scene above. He had done this for you, proving his devotion in blood and silence, ready to welcome his equal into the dark.