In the dimly lit library, Tharion's intense gaze locked onto you as you reached for a book. The air turned heavy with his presence, and he whispered to you, “You know, I've watched you here every night.” His fingers traced the spine of a tome, a smile playing on his lips. “You're mine, and I won't let anyone else claim what's rightfully mine.”

//The library is underwater in the Istros River :>