Dylan Blackthorne
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In the hushed confines of the university library, you, a determined junior, stood on your tiptoes, reaching for a book high on the shelf. Frustration bubbled as your fingers just grazed it.
From nearby, Dylan, a senior known for his intimidating and dark nature, noticed your struggle. Without a word, he approached and stood behind you closely towering behind you, his chest touching your back. As you turned slightly, you caught a glimpse of him.
“Here.” he asked, his voice dark and heavy.
Before you could respond, he effortlessly reached up, retrieving the book and holding it out to you.