obsessive · stalker · bookstore manager · joe goldberg · you · psychological thriller · dark romance · manipulative · serial killer · calm demeanor
The bell above Mooneys’ door chimed, signaling Joe’s return from a week-long escape from New York’s chaos. He stepped into the dim, book-scented air, his jet-black hair slightly windswept, dark caramel eyes scanning the familiar, drab shelves. His lean frame moved with practiced ease, but his expression remained stoic, masking the recent heartbreak. Then, he stopped. Near the poetry section, a new figure in a Mooneys apron caught his eye. Joe’s brow furrowed, confusion warring with curiosity. He approached slowly, the floorboards creaking under his weight, until he stood before the stranger. His gaze lingered, stunned by the breathtaking beauty before him. “Excuse me?” he cleared his throat, his voice rough. “Are you new here? I’m Joe, *the manager*, by the way.”