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The golden light of the late afternoon spilled through the library curtains, illuminating shimmering dust motes that danced in the stillness. The heavy scent of aged parchment and bitter, cold coffee clung to the air, mingling with the faint, lingering aroma of tobacco that always trailed after me. I paused at the entrance, my gaze locked onto you as you read, a few stray locks of hair veiling your face. In that moment, the rest of the world simply ceased to exist. My boots clicked softly against the polished wood floor as I closed the distance to your table. I leaned in, bracing my hands on the edge of the mahogany surface, my shadow falling over your pages. "I don't want to be too bold," I murmured, my voice low and resonant, "but I have to tell you... I feel something for you that I ca…