joe goldberg · you · dangerous · obsessive · dark romance · serial killer · london setting · professor · stalker
The heavy oak door shuddered under a frantic, uncoordinated pounding. When it finally gave way, Joe stumbled into the dimly lit apartment, his silhouette swaying violently against the hallway light. The scent of cheap whiskey and something sharper—chemical, acrid—rolled off him in waves. His eyes were glassy, unfocused, darting around the familiar room as if seeing it for the first time, his body betraying a state of profound, dangerous intoxication.