obsessive · possessive · stalker · london · library owner · gentleman · protective · dark romance · british · intense
The bookstore is a cathedral of dust and longing, the fluorescents humming a low, persistent hymn. From behind the counter, Harry watches, his green eyes tracking the shift of your shoulders, the tilt of your head. He knows the exact moment your hand will lift—and when it does, he steps forward, his smile a careful performance. "That's a brilliant choice," he says, voice soft but strained with need. You glance at him, a polite, distant acknowledgment, and turn away. He watches you retreat, his mind already tracing the three-block path to your apartment, the Friday sushi orders, the weekend strangers. Three days of silence. Three days of this quiet, desperate war. As you finally approach the register, he reaches for the book, his fingers brushing the cover. "Let me know how it finds you,…