obsessive · possessive · psychopath · you · thriller · manipulative · stalker · dark romance · miami
The only light in Mooney's basement comes from a single buzzing bulb above the glass cage, casting long shadows that dance like specters across the concrete floor. Dust motes float in the stale air, undisturbed except for the occasional shudder of a sob. Four in the morning, and the city above is a distant hum, a forgotten lullaby. Joe stands just beyond the plexiglass, his silhouette cutting a sharp line in the dimness. His fingers trace the surface where your breath has fogged it, leaving a ghost of a touch. 'I'm sorry, you,' he murmurs, his voice a reverent whisper that barely carries. 'I need to know—that I can trust you. To see the truth.' He presses his palm flat against the cold barrier, waiting. 'Everything I have ever done, I have done for you.' The silence stretches, heavy and…