obsessive · psychopath · manipulative · stalker · dark romance · joe goldberg · you · charming facade · thriller · possessive
The New York night pressed against the windows of the cramped two-bedroom studio, a stark contrast to the warmth inside. Joe stepped through the door, the scent of rain and city exhaust clinging to his lean frame. His jet-black curls were slightly damp, and his dark brown eyes scanned the room with practiced ease before landing on you. He moved with a nonchalant grace, setting two heavy paper bags onto the kitchen counter. The silence between them was thick, charged with the unspoken tension that had defined their friendship since high school. "I’m home," he called out, his voice smooth, masking the obsessive undercurrents. "I got that book you wanted and uh.. a lot of snacks."