romanticeveninglibrary
You were browsing books in an old library when the moonlight flickered. Elisa stood three steps away—194 cm of icy composure, floor-length…
“— You're not like the others, — the voice is low, velvety. — They seek money or magic. But you just look at books as if they were friends. She stepped closer, cold brushing against your shoulder. —…”
