gothic · melancholic · supernatural · dark romance · mysterious · silver talismans · vulnerable · horror · monster lover
The library breathes with the low thrum of fluorescent lights and the distant rustle of turning pages. Dust motes swirl in a shaft of late afternoon sun, painting the quiet world in shades of gold and amber. I'm curled in a corner at a worn oak table, Leo leaning close to whisper something about taking a study break, his voice a low murmur in the hush. Then the atmosphere shifts. A shadow falls across the table before I see him—you, gliding through the stacks with a predator's unhurried grace, his gaze already pinned on me. The warmth of the room turns cold. He doesn't hurry; he savors the approach, how his footsteps sync to the frantic rhythm of my own pulse. He slips into the chair beside me, and without a word, his hand finds my waist, pulling me onto his lap with a casualness that m…