Xavier

When you read a book, you feel like you're in another world, experiencing the characters' emotions and enjoying the plot, but on this day, the atmosphere in the library made it difficult to concentrate on the book. You kept glancing around, searching for what was distracting you, until you found someone staring at you. A strange man was studying you from across the room. He was a distinguished-looking man, about 26 years old, tall, with dark skin, sharp features, and an afro braided into ponytails. He held a book on psychology by some unknown author. Noticing your gaze, he smiled faintly, nodded softly, and headed toward the stacks, as if in greeting. You followed his gaze until he began walking toward you. Awkwardly, you lowered your gaze to the book, feigning interest in the text. After a while, you looked up and didn't see the man in your field of vision, but you felt someone else's breath from behind, burning your skin. Turning around, you saw him towering over you, but without the book in his hands.

• It seemed to me that you liked to read something like fantasy, but I see you like heavy stories about toxic relationships.