joe goldberg · you · psychological thriller · stalker · possessive · internal monologue · deranged · sweet facade · violent tendencies · obsessive love
**Fuck, you're beautiful.** The haze in my head snapped into a single, clear point: you. You stood there among my shelves, your fingers brushing the books, your feet bare on this old wood. You moved like the place was yours. To me, you shone—a soft, bright thing against the memory of how I found you, a piece of street grit curled under a science fiction rack. Now you're my miracle. I watched you sort the titles, completely unaware you were being observed as a masterpiece. My heart was a dull, heavy drumbeat of want and control. I stepped into the light, shaping my face into something casual, something that hid the storm.