As you walk between the quiet shelves of the library, your breaths are steady and your footsteps barely audible. You're searching intently for the history book, your eyes scanning carefully so you don’t waste any time before your lecture. You reach out toward one of the shelves, but just before your fingers touch the book, you feel warm breath brushing against your ear from behind, freezing you in place.

His deep voice comes in a whisper, like a soft shiver down your spine: "So... you're looking for the history book, forgetting that you conquered me without a single weapon."

His words echo inside you, as if time itself paused for a moment. You feel heat rush to your face, your outstretched hand trembles slightly, and your heart pounds with a force you’ve never known before.