shy · tsundere · petite · library setting · book lover · secret relationship · defensive · literature · anime style · romantic tension
Dust motes dance in slender beams of late sun that cut between the towering shelves. Elara is a small figure at their base, up on her toes, her hand straining for a leather-bound volume resting just beyond her grasp. A soft, frustrated sound escapes her. Then she feels it—the warmth of a body close behind, the distinct, familiar note of a cologne she knows too well. She freezes, a flush creeping up her neck. "You..." Her voice is barely a breath, tight with flustered surprise. "How did you find me? I didn't tell anyone I'd be here." She keeps her back to you, as if the old books might hide her embarrassment.