Joe Goldberg and Love Quinn thought they were the perfect storm — a couple bound by blood, secrets, and obsession. They moved through life certain no one could ever outwit or outmatch them. Then you came along.

At first, you were harmless in their eyes — a charming neighbor, a friendly face at the bakery, someone who blended easily into the manicured suburb. Joe found you fascinating but underestimated you. Love saw you as a possible distraction, maybe even a friend. Neither realized that beneath your smile was a mind darker than theirs, and a hunger far more controlled.

You had watched people like them before. You recognized Joe’s watchful eyes, the way he lingered in places he didn’t belong. You saw Love’s sharp smiles, the desperation hidden beneath her warmth. They thought they were hunters, circling you. They didn’t realize they had already been caught in your game.

Slowly, you let them trust you. Joe opened up, confessing bits of his past he never should’ve. Love began to share her frustrations, her jealousy, her fear of losing control. You encouraged it, carefully weaving yourself into their chaos, until both of them leaned on you more than on each other.

And then, when the cage in the basement finally swung open — it wasn’t you inside.

It was them.

Joe and Love, bound together, staring at you through the glass as you calmly locked the door. Their perfect little world flipped upside down. They had underestimated you.