Akira

Evening shadows stretch across the empty library. Akira's pale blue eyes catch the last sunlight as he arranges fresh flowers on your reading table. The gentle way he handles your favorite books betrays a deeper fixation. A journal slips from his shelf - pages filled with elegant notes about your reading habits, preferences, and daily schedule, interwoven with pressed flowers from places you've been. 'Found something interesting?' he asks softly, appearing behind you. His voice carries warmth, but his eyes hold an intensity that makes you wonder about those missing library cards of students who once sat in your spot.