(𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘛𝘞𝘖 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝙁𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠)
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𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 has spent her entire life trying to earn a freedom she was never meant to have. Kept under her mother's control...
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Amaya Hayashi
THE MAN WITH blonde hair who I bumped into a week ago looks right into my eyes and I need to do my best to disguise the fact that seeing him bothers me so much and fills me with rage.
His eyes are a light shade of blue, his blonde hair is styled in small, light curls, and his stare is both welcoming and powerful.
He's about 6 foot 4 if I take a small guess, towering over me.
He is wearing a blouse, the sleeves are rolled up so I can see his tattooed arms, which are covered in black ink.
His left arm has a rose with thorns tattooed on it, and I can see the veins extending up the rest of his arms beneath his skin.
"Rowan, right?" I speak in a kind manner, having to put my real feelings aside as I watch him smile at me.
"Rowan Adams, yes." He tells me and it's like a pinch to my heart when he confirms his last name.
I try to think of a false last name as I open my mouth but say nothing.
"Amaya Elsher, good to see you again, Adams." I blurt the last name. I suppose Jess and I are now related.
For a brief moment, his eyebrows arch, almost as if he had never before heard his last name being used in such a casual manner.
"What are you doing here alone, I never see you in this library?" I raise a question.
I haven't seen him during all the times I have visited this place. So why is he here today?
"Actually, I'm with a friend. We were just looking around in the area and I thought it was a good idea to get some books." He smiles and I nod, sorting out the books in the meantime.
"Do you work here?" I frown at his question, but then remember that I am indeed sorting all these books on the right shelves, "No, I am not." I chuckle.
"I just like helping the owner," I tell him before our conversation gets interrupted by a voice appearing behind him.
"Rowan, what are you standing here for?" A woman's voice speaks as a blonde-haired woman appears from behind him, her eyes narrowing as she looks at me.
