Compulsion: A Dark Stalker Romance

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.