Episode 2

Mark stumbled. Catching himself and then. With a final. Panicked glance at John. Hurried off like a startled rabbit. At least he tried. John thought with an inward shake of his head. But a smile tugged at his lips.

John pushed off the tree and entered the library. Stretching languidly like a cat ready to play. He smoothed down his already immaculate clothes. The expensive fabric taut against his skin just for a moment before he relaxed.

John ( time to make a fucking entrance) or more accurately. An accidental yet utterly captivating. Encounter. Hopefully.

And there. Lydia was.

The library's dim lighting seemed to gather around her like a personal spotlight. That light simmered across her hair. Like a halo. There was a certain contained energy in the way she held herself. Even in the mundane act of browsing for a book

( Beautiful) He couldn't help himself. His breath hitched. John's gaze swept over her. Whether as if someone appreciating a work or art. Or as someone who was appreciating prey. He wasn't sure yet.

His eyes lingered on the curve of Lydia's neck as she tilted her head to read a spine. The line of her jaw. The way her clothes... Whatever she was wearing. He barely registered the specifics... Draped over her frame. There was an undeniable allure that tugged at something within him. It wasn't just physical. God she was attractive. And was also interesting. This wasn't just a game anymore. A new far more interesting objective was taking shape. All he knew was that he wanted to investigate this more.

He timed his approach perfectly. Stepping out from behind the section of shelves. Just where he knew Lydia was.

( perfect) he feigned a casual interest in a nearby volume before turning as if he's only noticing her.

A slow delicate smile spread across his lips. The kind that had a habit of making people either melt. Feel free distinctly uneasy or even both. His voice when he spoke. Was a subtle caress of sound in the library's stillness.

"excuse me." he began. His gaze locking onto hers. Dark and direct. Holding a spark of something more than just politeness.

 "????" Lydia just gazed at him. un bothered.

"you dropped something" he opened his palm. As if returning an item. Expect nothing was there. No. Just his own phone number was screwed just under his name. JOHN WILLIAMS. Onto his skin with a blue ballpoint pen. One that he happened to have in his pocket.

Of course. Such a reversal would result to nothing. The follow up was just a as important. So when he cought Lydia's gaze again. That smile on his face became wicked soft. Almost teasing. And a fire smoldered in his dark eyes.

Lydia "......" ( isn't this Anna's friend?)

He tilted his head ever so slightly. " now I know how beautiful you are up close"

He didn't look away. He waited ( i could look at her all day)

"mmm... Nice pick up line handsome. But you'll have to try harder than that to get your number into my phone" she smirked.

John's grin widened. Something feral and delighted flicking in those dark eyes.

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