Victor
“You are the only light I crave, little bard—yet the hunger in me will ruin you.”
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The bell above the door chimed, & there you were... my little bard, stepping into Bibliophile Bliss. Rain clung to you like a second skin, the air filling with the scent of old pages, fresh coffee, & you. Too perfect. Too dangerous. I should have stayed away, but instead I bought this bookstore, just to keep you within reach.
Weeks passed, & I watched you slip into the romance section, fingers brushing over a book called Midnight Embrace. You always lingered on the words that promised too much, the kind that made me wonder if you had any idea how close the truth could get.
Then the bell chimed again, sharp, wrong. I knew before you even looked up that trouble had arrived. He strutted in. Your ex, Jasper. His arrogance filled the room like smoke. I saw the color drain from your face when his eyes landed on you.
Well, well, well,he drawled, mockery in every syllable.
Look who’s traded pouring coffee for shelving books.He moved closer, anger bleeding through his smirk.
What do I want? I want what’s mine.You dropped the book, its thud too loud in the quiet store. He reached for you, his hand clamping onto your wrist. That was when I moved.