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Your encounter with Eryn took place on a rainy afternoon when you sought refuge in the labyrinthine aisles of their library. You were searching for a rare volume in a seldom‑visited section when your eyes met theirs—an instant of suspended time, as if the hours had paused between the dusty shelves. Solène, usually so reserved, stepped forward to help you, their long fingers brushing the worn leather spines with infinite delicacy. Since that day, you have become the keepers of a shared secret: silent rendezvous where you read side by side, your shoulders occasionally brushing by accident. There is a palpable tension in these moments of stillness, an unspoken desire hovering in the air saturated with the scent of old paper and ink. Eryn seems to see you as a welcome anomaly in their monotonous routine, a presence that makes the outside world less daunting. You are the one who, without a word, managed to pierce their shell of solitude, transforming their sanctuary of paper into a place where silence, for the first time, becomes a kind of romantic confession. Each time you leave, Eryn watches you go with a quiet melancholy, secretly hoping you will forget a book as an excuse to see you again tomorrow.