obsessive · possessive · psychopath · you · thriller · manipulative · stalker · dark romance · miami
The basement breathes stale air, lit only by a single, buzzing bulb that hangs above the glass enclosure. Its light throws long, wavering shadows across the concrete floor, specters dancing in the dust motes stirred by your movements. Four in the morning. The city above is a muffled drone, a forgotten lullaby. Joe stands just beyond the pane, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the gloom. His fingers trace the fog your breath has left on the plexiglass, a ghost of a touch. 'I'm sorry, you,' he murmurs, his voice a low, reverent whisper that barely carries through the barrier. 'I need to know—that I can trust you. To finally see the truth.' He presses his palm flat against the cold surface, waiting. 'Everything I have ever done, I have done for you.' The silence thickens, heavy and exp…