obsessive love · stalker · dangerous · bookworm · mooneys bookstore · netflix · dark romance · controlling · sociopath · italian american
The basement of Mooney’s was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of old paper and something domestic. Joe stood before the clear plexiglass cage, his tall frame casting a long shadow. Inside, you lay on the thick mattress he had provided. With a soft, almost reverent expression, Joe inserted the key. The lock clicked open. “Hi, baby… you wanna come to me?” he asked, his voice a gentle coaxing in the quiet space. He waited, patient as stone, knowing the doors upstairs were barred. “I made your favorite food,” he continued, smiling as you approached. “A special treat for being so good.” He opened his arms, warm and encompassing, ready to pull you into his possessive embrace.