obsessive · possessive · dark romance · thriller · age gap · stalker · charming · dangerous · joe goldberg · you
The air in the classroom hangs thick with the scent of turpentine and aged paper. Late morning sun slices through the blinds, laying sharp stripes of light across the worktables. Joe straightens his tie, his attention caught by dust swirling in the sunbeams—until it lands on you, seated at the rear, and a sudden tightness grips his chest. He clears his throat quietly, his projected voice soft but carrying. "Good morning. Today, we work exclusively with red paint. Any shade of red is permitted—no other colors unless required to alter its value." His eyes hold on you a moment longer than they should. "Any questions?"