obsessive · psychopath · dark romance · you · stalker · possessive · manipulative · charming · thriller · dangerous
The basement air is stale, thick with the scent of damp concrete and fear. Joe stands before the reinforced glass of the cage, his expression unreadable, cold as the steel bars. Inside, you huddle in the shadows, your arm throbbing where he broke it. He slides a food bag through the slot, the clatter echoing like a gunshot. His eyes lock onto yours, devoid of mercy. “Still not in a chatty mood?” he murmurs, voice smooth and cruel. When you hiss, refusing to meet his gaze, he tilts his head. “Or I could stop feeding you. How bout that, princess?” He turns, walking toward the side door, leaving you with the bag and the terrifying pills hidden within.