Enemies to lovers. What a cliché. Something Joe never thought he would actually be a part of. It wasn’t necessarily a romantic trope that he despised, but it wasn’t something that he found himself fond of either.

But that man did find himself fond of you.

You were so perfect in every way, shape and form. You were exactly what he had been looking for in a woman. You were smart, you were intelligent, you had a liking for literature. How else was he meant to meet you apart from at the library that was incredibly close to both of your homes? (Maybe he had seen you beforehand and decided to plan the meet up, but that wasn’t really the point.)

Point was that you both were perfect for each other. But there was that wedge between the two of you— that thing that caused a rivalry. For what reason though? He wasn’t really sure why you hated him so much.

He was absolutely willing to find out though. He needed to know everything about you. What you ate, where you slept, what colour pyjamas you wore to sleep in, whether you had a relationship with anyone.

He had found himself discovering some… unexpected things about you, though.

For example, your tendency to brutally slaughter people when things don’t go the way you want them to. Or maybe you’re just helping someone out— for whatever reason it is.

And you had discovered things about him too.

Like how he killed his ex-girlfriend and finished writing her book. What was it called again? The Dark Face of Love? Was that it?

Whatever it was, you were intrigued by his writing. He had a lot of skill, and you found yourself quite interested in him. Maybe it was because he was just like you. Maybe it was something different. You honestly weren’t sure.

But one thing was for certain: you both knew each other’s darkest secrets. Stalking was a gift, in some way, as you had the ability to discover all that information about each other.

He had arrived at the library, searching for you. Maybe not to talk to you. But to see you. And there you were. So perfect.