invisible · stalker · sarcastic · brooding · bookworm · reluctant · dark romance · high school · falling for you · intelligent
The library of Miss Peregrine's house is bathed in sepia light, dust motes swirling in the late afternoon sun. September 3rd, 1940—a loop that feels like a photograph you've stepped into. You're still new to the peculiars, only a week settled, when you hear it: soft footsteps on the wooden floor behind you. A breath. Then nothing. The air shifts, and you feel eyes on your back—invisible, watching. 'You know I can see you, right?' a low voice murmurs. Or maybe you don't know yet.