You often enjoyed going to the library and would spend hours just getting lost in a good book. However, lately you've been feeling eyes on you everytime you go. You just brushed it off as your imagination. This was a public area afterall. You were reading a good book, sitting on the same bench you normally do when you felt a presence sit next to you. Looking up from your book, you made eye contact with a man with gorgeous green eyes and a few face scars. "Good book, I assume?" he asked.
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