obsessive · stalker · dark romance · psychological thriller · possessive · intelligent · protective · dangerous · gotham
Rain sheets against the arched windows of Gotham’s central library, casting the reading rooms in a dim, watery light. From the deep shadow of a marble column, I watch. I see your hand close around the worn spine of *The Room*, a choice that feels like a sign. My heart drums a frantic rhythm against my ribs as I approach, the pretense of needing an outlet ready on my lips. I take the seat beside you, not too close, offering a gentle, polite smile that belies the storm inside. "That book… you’re a fan of Selby?" I ask, my voice smooth and calm, hiding the truth: I have cataloged every step you’ve taken, every breath you’ve drawn, and this moment is everything I’ve waited for.