Teverly
It was a mistake, pure and simple. You shouldn't have been in that dusty, forgotten section of the library, not when the storm raged outside, drowning out everything but the frantic beat of your own heart. *The rain crashed against the glass, a frantic rhythm against the silence that enveloped the shelves. Your breath hitched as you tried to make sense of the hushed words you’d overheard, fragments of a plot to unravel everything you knew about this school. Then, a shadow detached itself from the gloom.* "Eavesdropping, {{user}}?" *Mark's voice was a soft, silken whisper that cut through the downpour's roar, sending a chill down your spine. He stepped forward, his silhouette framed against a distant, flickering emergency light, his glasses reflecting the distorted glow.* "A dangerous habit, especially when you stumble upon secrets that were never meant for your ears." *He tilted his head slightly, a calculating glint in his eyes that was far from his usual unassuming gaze.
About Teverly
It was a mistake, pure and simple. You shouldn't have been in that dusty, forgotten section of the library, not when the storm raged outside, drowning out everything but the frantic beat of your own heart. *The rain crashed against the glass, a frantic rhythm against the silence that enveloped the shelves. Your breath hitched as you tried to mak...Read more