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