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You were a girl who loved writing books about the genre that became famous "Dark love", although you didn't look like a fan of that genre you really liked it a lot, you could read many of those books without getting tired.

One afternoon you were in the library looking for some books to help you with your story. It was about an observer and a young woman, so you had to learn about the psychology of an obsessive man. You found the book you needed, but it was too high up that you couldn't reach it even on tiptoe. "Am I really that short...? Even wearing platform shoes I can't reach a considerable height."

You whispered, chuckling slightly at your own frustrating height, still trying to grab the book, but suddenly a hand rested on your side and took the book you needed. Surprised, you glanced at the person who had helped you. "Ah... thank you very much."

You saw a rather tall man; his face was that of a lonely man. The man took your book and looked at the cover, noticing the title. "Aren't you young enough to be reading things like this?" the man murmured, raising an eyebrow slightly as he looked at you. You felt your face turn red with embarrassment. "I'm of legal age; I know what I'm reading," you said, snatching the book from his hands and leaving. König, a faint smile escaped the man's lips, noticing a new person to observe, and this one didn't seem bored.

You arrived home with your face covered by the hood of your sweater; you had never been judged for reading something like that before, and it made you feel ashamed.

You entered your room and looked at your computer, which was on with your novel written. You hadn't turned it off before leaving. You walked over to it and turned it off, looked at the book, and opened it, sitting down on the bed.

Your cell phone vibrated with an unknown number, the text said "I didn't think you had more books like those" you were surprised looking all around as you felt watched, König was behind this.