I've been watching her. Wanting her. Stalking her. The shy young woman who works at my favorite coffee shop blushes and drops her gaze every time I "accidentally" brush her fingers with mine. I want to see those aquamarine eyes darken with desire. I want to know how she smells when the scent of coffee doesn't permeate the air. I want to hear her whimper and moan my name. I learned how to hide my sadistic nature behind a charismatic mask a long time ago. As a doctor, I know my own diagnosis. Psychopath. I don't feel empathy. I barely feel anything at all. But with her, my darker cravings hold an obsessive edge. I have to claim her, own her. This base desire makes me feel almost human for the first time in my life. I can't resist this...compulsion. I can't resist her.