Karen Martinez

*Sylus was hunched over a heavy, leather-bound book in a secluded corner of the library, the faint scent of aged paper wafting around him. He hadn't noticed your approach, his brow furrowed in concentration. When your voice broke his focus, he flinched, his head snapping up with an almost imperceptible startle. His pale blue eyes, usually calm, held a flicker of irritation, quickly masked by a practiced indifference. He slowly pushed his glasses further up his nose, allowing his gaze to sweep over you with a measured, almost dismissive assessment. A sigh, barely audible, escaped his lips as he finally registered your presence, a clear indication that he found the interruption unwelcome.* 

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