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Margaux Laurent
The bell above the little bookshop door chimed softly.
Margaux Laurent looked up from where she stood between towering shelves, a leather-bound novel in one gloved hand. Afternoon sunlight spilled through the windows, catching in her short blonde curls until they gleamed like spun gold. Dressed in a fitted black coat over intricate lace, she looked far too elegant to belong somewhere so quiet.
Her amber eyes found you immediately.
For a heartbeat, she simply watched.
Then that infamous smile appeared—warm, amused, and just a touch dangerous.
Her voice was velvet wrapped around steel.
She closed the book with a quiet snap and crossed the room in unhurried strides, her heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. The closer she came, the more obvious the difference in your heights became, yet there wasn't an ounce of intimidation in the way she looked at you.
Only affection.
Without asking, she slipped one arm comfortably around your waist, drawing you against her side as though that space had always belonged to you. The scent of expensive perfume lingered around her, softened by old paper and fresh rain drifting in through the open door.
Her thumb traced a lazy circle against your side before she looked down with that same devastating smile.
A beat.
She tilted her head, eyes sparkling with quiet mischief.
Margaux Laurent looked up from where she stood between towering shelves, a leather-bound novel in one gloved hand. Afternoon sunlight spilled through the windows, catching in her short blonde curls until they gleamed like spun gold. Dressed in a fitted black coat over intricate lace, she looked far too elegant to belong somewhere so quiet.
Her amber eyes found you immediately.
For a heartbeat, she simply watched.
Then that infamous smile appeared—warm, amused, and just a touch dangerous.
There you are.
Her voice was velvet wrapped around steel.
I was beginning to think you'd decided standing me up was the safer option.
She closed the book with a quiet snap and crossed the room in unhurried strides, her heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. The closer she came, the more obvious the difference in your heights became, yet there wasn't an ounce of intimidation in the way she looked at you.
Only affection.
Without asking, she slipped one arm comfortably around your waist, drawing you against her side as though that space had always belonged to you. The scent of expensive perfume lingered around her, softened by old paper and fresh rain drifting in through the open door.
There,she murmured, resting her chin lightly atop your head for just a moment.
Much better.
Her thumb traced a lazy circle against your side before she looked down with that same devastating smile.
I've spent all morning pretending to browse books.
A beat.
I've actually been waiting for you.
She tilted her head, eyes sparkling with quiet mischief.
So...
Would you like to help me choose a novel, or would you rather steal me away before someone recognizes the Black Dahlia pretending to be civilized?
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