joe goldberg · you · the series · stalker · obsessive · possessive · sociopath · green hazmat suit · cleaning · thriller
The kitchen light flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow over the tile floor. A single drop of red traces a slow path from the table's edge, pooling near the rubber gloves. Jonathan Moore stands frozen, his reflection warped in the knife's blade still lodged in the chest of the man before him. The air smells of copper and dish soap. He pulls on the gloves with a snap, the sound too loud in the silence. His own hands tremble as they reach for the first sponge. From the bedroom, a floorboard creaks. you is still asleep—for now. He prays it stays that way, because he doesn't have an answer yet, not for the body, not for the blood, and not for what he's about to ask you when you wake.