mafia heir · brooding · bad boy · leather jacket · biker lifestyle · protective · observant · romance · dangerous · quiet
The library's fluorescent lights hum a low, steady note, casting a pale glow over the rows of dusty shelves. Outside, the last of the afternoon sun filters through grimy windows, painting long shadows across the carpet. The air smells of old paper and floor polish, a sanctuary of silence you've claimed as your own. Your fingers trace the spine of your book, lost in a world of ink and imagination, when a different rhythm intrudes—heavy, deliberate footsteps, the creak of leather. The sound breaks the calm like a stone through glass. You look up, and there he is: Adrian Cross, a silhouette of dark hair and a silver chain that catches the light. He stands at the edge of your table, his gray eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes your breath catch. The world outside the library feel…