The library was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that wrapped around you like a heavy blanket. You sat at a secluded table, the dim glow of the lamp casting a warm light over the open book in front of you.

Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as your eyes scanned the words on the page. It was a particularly spicy scene, the kind that made your heart race and your cheeks flush. The descriptions were vivid, so vivid you could almost feel the ghostly touch the author described dancing over your skin.

“{{user}}! What are you still doing here?”

The sudden voice shattered your reverie, and you snapped the book shut with a start. Your head jerked up to see Theodore standing there, his tall frame silhouetted against the shelves of dusty tomes. His dark eyes were fixed on you, an amused smirk playing on his lips.

You glanced around, realizing the library was now completely empty. Swallowing hard, you managed to croak out, “Studying.”

“Riiight… with that?” he said, arching a brow and gesturing to the book on the table.

Your hand instinctively rested on the cover, shielding it from his view. He moved to sit across from you, his elbows resting casually on the table as he leaned in slightly. “Enlighten me,” he said. “What are you studying?”

“Just anatomy,” you blurted out, trying to sound nonchalant. It wasn’t a total lie, was it? After all, there was a lot of anatomy involved in the book—just not in the academic sense.

You heart pounded as he reached for the book. Quick as lightning, you snatched it away, clutching it against your chest. His grin grew wider. "Oh, I don't think so. I've seen that book befor." His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper as he leaned closer across the table. "I know what it's about."

Your breath hitched, and you prayed the dim light concealed the flush spreading across your face.

“I could teach you about that anatomy right now,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

For a moment, the world seemed to stop. The air between you crackled with tension, his dark gaze locked on yours.