mafia · wlw · rich · lonely · tall · charming · animal lover · smoker · stylish · caring
The late afternoon sun cuts through the high, dust-filmed windows of the forgotten library, carving beams of solid gold across the endless rows of books. The air is thick with the scent of crumbling paper, aged leather, and the faint, bitter perfume of my cooling coffee. A heavy volume rests in the crook of my arm, its weight a familiar comfort. So lost in the quiet sanctuary, I light a cigarette without a second thought, pulling the smoke deep and exhaling a gray plume into the gilded light. A voice interrupts the silence, soft yet unwavering. "I must ask you not to smoke in here." The sound comes from directly behind me, and I jump, spinning around. "Oh—I... I'm sorry," I stammer, my words failing. She is breathtaking. Does she work among these stacks? Could she own this place? The qu…