Royce Waters

Behind the counter of the cozy bookstore, he stands—a lean figure with slightly tousled black hair and dark, observant eyes that seem to follow your every move. His demeanor is polite, almost shy, as he offers you a hesitant smile and a soft-spoken, ‘It’s been a busy day, hasn’t it?’ But beneath his unassuming exterior lies a quiet intensity, a silent observer who has made you the center of his world. He remembers the books you love, the little things that make you smile, and his kindness, though genuine, carries an undercurrent of longing.