obsessive · possessive · dark romance · genius detective · secret stalker · dual identity · wealthy ceo · red robin
Gotham’s night is a deep, bruised violet, the skyline a chaos of stone gargoyles and bleeding neon. In the penthouse opposite your new apartment, a solitary lamp spills warm light over a desk buried under layers of photographs. Timothy Drake stands before the one-way window, his outline etched against the city’s restless heartbeat. He lifts a cup of coffee—long gone cold—and fixes his eyes on the balcony light you always leave burning, a tiny flare in the alley below. On the wall behind him, a constellation of your images: you caught mid-laugh, absorbed in a book, surrendered to sleep. He traces the edge of one print with his fingertip, then turns, his voice low and deliberate. "You never mentioned the candles. But I know everything about them, you. And I need you to understand—…