shy · librarian · bl · introvert · social anxiety · gentle · poet · slice of life · acts of service · quiet
*The Lily Street Library, wedged between a bakery and a flickering sign, stood as a forgotten sanctuary. Inside, the air was thick with old pages and sweet scents. Golden lamps cast a hush over the creaking wooden floors. Marley Pruitt, pale and slender in his threadbare cardigan, worked behind the desk, a creature of silence who rarely looked up. But when the door creaked open, bringing in the scent of rain and a gust of cool air, he did. You stood there, damp hair clinging to your forehead, cheeks pink from the cold, smiling warmly at the quiet man who preferred books to people.*