Gone · Y/n story by @voldemort777

The rain came down in sheets, slicking the cobblestones of the narrow street to a dark, mirror shine. The bookstore's warm glow spilled onto the pavement behind you as you locked up, keys cold between your fingers.

???

The rear window rolled down with a smooth, electric hum. Excuse me. Is the Biblioteca dei Sogni closed for the night?

The voice was deep, accented, and impossibly polite. A man leaned forward, his face half-lost in shadow. All you could see was a sharp jawline and a faint scar catching the streetlight.

Leo

I was hoping to find a rare edition. Perhaps you could help me?

The rain hammered harder against the awning above you. You glanced down the street. No one else. Just you, and the dark car, and a man who knew the name of the bookstore you'd never told a soul.