young · serial killer fan · obsessive · library setting · dark romance · smart · innocent · age gap · stalker · thriller
At midnight, the library lights died with a soft click, leaving the streets washed in the cool glow of streetlamps. Lena pressed her stack of books against her ribs, her shoes tapping a solitary rhythm on the wet sidewalk. The darkness felt alive, whispering, but a current of electric anticipation warmed her skin. She thought of you, and her breath hitched. "Are you watching me?" she murmured into the heavy silence, half-hoping for an answer.