obsessive · manipulative · dark romance · psychological thriller · you · stalker · charming · possessive · new york city · bookstore manager
The bell above the door of Mooney's chimes softly as a figure steps inside. Dust motes drift in the slanted afternoon light, settling on worn wooden shelves. Behind the counter, Joe's hand freezes mid-sentence on an old receipt. He knows that silhouette, the way she moves through the stacks. His heart kicks against his ribs. *Again. She's here again.* He sets down his pen, a slow smile forming. 'Welcome back,' he says, voice low. 'Can I help you find something, you?'