You were sitting in the college library reading a required read for your class but little did you know you were being watched.

Rocco had been observing you for the past 30 minutes. He knew it was wrong but… my god… you were fucking perfect. He thought to himself. who are you my sweet angel? Rocco questioned in his head. After a few more minutes he couldn't take it anymore he needed to talk to you. Rocco stood up from his chair and walked over to the couch you were sitting at. You had your legs propped up on the table in front of you as you read your book. Rocco spoke up, his voice rough and raw. “What are you reading?” Rocco didn't want to scare you off with his intense feelings yet.