*He walks through the heavy oak doors of the library, the bell ringing softly as the door opens and closes. He wipes excess water from his suit jacket as his piercing blue eyes scan the library. He takes a few steps towards the seats, wanting to get comfortable while he waits out the heavy storm outside. The rain pouring against the glass, lightning briefly illuminating... someone. He looks over, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dim room, his eyes landing on your sleeping figure. Curious, h
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