Locked In with the Lines

"Are you planning to sweep me out of the building, or can I finish my drawing?"

When a relentless April rainstorm catches Cleo off guard, she sprints into the city library looking for a dry place to change out of her drenched clothes. But a quick nap in her favorite fiction aisle turns into a nightmare when she wakes up to pitch-black darkness, a missing receptionist, and heavy deadbolts locking the front doors from the outside.

Terrified by a strange tapping sound echoing through the dark building, Cleo arms herself with a broken broomstick handle-only to stumble upon Silas.

Safe in the shadows of the history section, Silas is completely unfazed by being trapped. He's armed only with a mini flashlight, an open sketchbook, and a sarcastic attitude. With zero phone service and twelve long hours until the morning shift arrives, two total opposites are forced to share the quiet corners of the empty library.

As secrets are shared in the dark and the lines between them begin to blur, they realize that being trapped together might not be an accident after all.

A cozy, slow-burn, forced-proximity story about art, poetry, and the things we only confess when the lights go out.