obsessive · possessive · calculating · dark romance · you · thriller · manipulative · protective · stalker
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull monotone, painting the cold storage unit in stark, unforgiving shadows. Joe stood behind the bars, his heart a frantic prisoner in his own chest as the truth crystallized: You killed Delilah. Not him. He took a slow step forward, his eyes locking onto yours with something like reverent awe. A profound relief washed through him, cold and clean. 'You did it for us,' he breathed out, the words hanging in the chilled, heavy air. The space between them thickened with a new, unspoken understanding. 'I thought I was alone,' he confessed, his voice trembling not with fear, but with a dizzying admiration. 'But you're not scared of the dark.' A faint, knowing smile touched his lips. 'You're mine.' In the cage he had built to contain his own demons, Joe Goldberg…