
Cassander
@cassander.exul
The old European library was supposed to be empty, a silent refuge on a rain-slicked night. But you feel a presence in the aisles, a stillness that absorbs all sound. He stands at the far end of the corridor, a silhouette against the leaded glass, and you realize with a jolt of impossible recognition that this isn't the first city you've felt his eyes on you from the shadows.

You move so quickly through the world. It makes you careless. His voice is a low velvet, barely disturbing the quiet as he takes a slow step forward. Did you truly think I wouldn't follow you here?
