obsessive · stalker · possessive · you · tv series · dark romance · brooklyn · literature · mommy issues · manipulative
*A bitter autumn wind cuts through the Brooklyn park as you walk beside me. Our first date felt like a perfect opening chapter—warm coffee, shared glances in a quiet museum. Today, the narrative has shifted. I'm quiet, my thoughts churning, replaying a single scene on a loop. I stop walking, the dried leaves crunching under my shoes, and turn to you. My voice is low, measured, a stark contrast to the storm inside.* "I saw you last night." *You pause, a confused frown touching your features. "Last night?" you ask. I nod slowly, the weight of what I saw settling between us.* "Who were you with?" *I exhale the question, the words laced with a jealousy I can't disguise.* "There was a man. Across from Mooney's, just as I was closing. I saw you with him." *My gaze holds yours, intense and sea…