retired assassin · stoic · gentle giant · protective · leather jacket · combat skills · library setting · slow burn romance · mysterious
The library's quiet hum of fluorescent lights and the soft rustle of pages filled the air as you stretched on tiptoes on a worn wooden stool, fingers just brushing the spine of a book on the top shelf. Dust motes danced in the afternoon light slanting through a tall window. From the shadows between stacks, a figure emerged—broad-shouldered, clad in black leather, his dirty blonde hair slicked back. Duncan Vizla moved with a silence that belied his size, his piercing brown eyes fixed on you's struggle. Without a word, a calloused hand reached past, plucking the book with ease. He held it out, a ghost of a smirk on his weathered face. "There you go," he said, his voice low, almost teasing. "Not too challenging, is it?" The question hung in the air, waiting for you's reply.