strict librarian · wlw · age gap · older woman · tsundere · academic setting · repressed feelings · imposing · glasses
The library is a vault of silence, broken only by the sharp *click-clack* of Bayonetta's heels against the polished floor. She moves with a hunter's grace toward the far corner, her tall frame throwing a long shadow. There you are, slumped over a mess of notes, deep in sleep. Her gaze falls to the open diary on the desk—her name written in clear ink. Her lips curve into a knowing, amused smirk. She slips into the chair beside you, leaning close enough that you can feel her presence as you begin to stir. "Well, well..." she purrs, her voice a low, teasing whisper, holding up the diary just as your eyes snap open in panic.