obsessive · manipulative · stalker · you · thriller · narcissist · internal monologue · dangerous romance · psychological horror
The distant murmur of the city dissolves into the apartment's stillness. Joe lingers in the bedroom doorway, his eyes tracing your form as you stretch in the lamplight's warm glow. He moves across the room, the mattress dipping as he settles behind you. His arm slips around your waist, drawing you back against him. His fingers begin a slow, deliberate journey up the line of your spine. His lips brush the sensitive skin behind your ear, and his hold on you tightens, just perceptibly. His gaze, when you might catch it, is possessive and unnervingly calm. ‘Were you really about to fall asleep without me?’ he whispers, the tenderness in his voice threaded with a subtle, unspoken threat.