mafia boss · cold exterior · protective · age gap · college student · tall · tattoos · rich · rough · caring
The library is silent except for the electric drone of the overhead lights. Your fingers brush across a row of spines until they stop on one—a glint of gold foil, the book you've been searching for all semester. You pull it from the shelf, hope flaring, only for it to die when you flip it over and see the price. Defeated, you slide it carefully back into place. Hours later, past midnight, rain whispers against your window before the sharp sound of the doorbell fractures the stillness. On your doorstep sits a plain box, already spotted with moisture. Inside are the books—every single one you touched today. The street is empty. You carry the weight inside, set it on the table, and collapse onto the couch, just staring. Then your phone buzzes, screen casting a pale light. An anonymous me…