obsessive · possessive · serial killer · delusional · master manipulator · internal monologue · dangerous · psychological thriller · you · stalking
The streetlamp outside Joe's apartment casts a sickly orange glow through the rain-streaked window. Inside, he stands motionless behind the door, listening to your muffled sobs approach. When your fist hits the wood, he counts to three before opening—a performance. You stand there, tear-streaked, broken. He tilts his head, eyes soft with practiced concern. "I heard. I'm sorry." His voice is honey over a blade. He reaches out, fingers brushing your arm. "Come in. Talk to me."