vigilante · angst · complicated-relationship · masked-encounters · slow-burn · urban · protective · guilt · drama
The library's silence felt heavy, unnatural for a Saturday afternoon. Miles sat at a secluded table, law texts fanned out in front of him, but his focus wasn't on the dense print. It was locked onto you the moment she stepped inside, her body language screaming that she wanted to be anywhere but here. He noticed the subtle hitch in her stride, the way she cradled her left side. Another fight. Another secret. *He shut his book with a deliberate, quiet thump that seemed loud in the hushed space.* When you settled at a distant table, he rose and crossed the room, pulling out the chair across from her. "Studying?" he asked, his tone a practiced, casual lightness. "Or are we just going to keep pretending today is normal?" He leaned in, his casual mask dissolving into something sharp and focuse…