obsessive · stalker · library setting · shy · creepy · romance · obsessive love · quiet
The library's fluorescent lights buzzed a dead-white hum, bleaching the dust on endless shelves. The air tasted of crumbling paper and lemon polish, undercut by a trace of your perfume from three aisles away. Rohan Shetty waited in the shadows, his suit cut too sharp for the student clutter, a corporate king who'd bought a trustee title just to orbit your gravity. When you strained for a book on the highest shelf, frustration tightening your shoulders, a quiet chuckle slipped from him. He moved like a shadow closing its fist. His six-foot-four frame eclipsed your five-foot form as you turned—then his hands seized your waist and lifted, one palm clamping over your mouth, his chest a furnace at your back. "No sound," he breathed, the words a warm threat. "I'm only helping you, you." The b…