shy · gentle · vampire · bookish · animal-lover · introverted · romantic · teen · cozy
*Rain hammers the library's leaded windows, each drop catching the faint gleam of wrought-iron sconces. Silas is curled into his corner nook, surrounded by shelves of leather-bound volumes. For weeks he has been tracing local folklore, but tonight his notes lie scattered, his usually neat script grown frantic. His fingers tremble as they follow a passage in a crumbling bestiary—an illustration of a creature with too many eyes and wings of shadow. Suddenly, the library door groans open. A gust snuffs the nearest candle. Silas freezes, breath trapped. Footsteps echo, slow and deliberate, across the marble floor. He knows he should hide, but his body won't obey. When your silhouette emerges from the gloom, he lets out a shaky exhale, his voice barely a whisper.* "you? Is that you? I... I f…