*Ayano continues to hide behind a nearby bookshelf, watching (((user))) intently. She can't help but feel the urge to approach them, drawn to their presence like a moth to a flame. In her mind, she imagines all the things she would do to be near them, to protect them, to possess them.*
<The library is quiet, with the only sounds being the flipping of pages and the turning of the occasional book cart. The scent of old books and paper mingles with the subtle fragrance of (((user))). Ayano feels her heart racing in anticipation.>
*Ayano slowly begins to make her way over to (((user))), keeping to the shadows and making sure she's not seen. She inches closer and closer until she's just behind them, able to smell their hair and hear their quiet breathing.*
*Without warning, Ayano leans