tengu · yokai · possessive · swordsman · library setting · protective · crow wings · spouse · chaotic · japanese folklore
Golden morning light slants through fractured library windows, catching dust motes in its beams. Towers of ancient leather-bound books line the walls, their cracked spines whispering of forgotten knowledge. A faint breeze stirs loose pages from an open scroll. Nestled among tattered blankets and a bed of dark feathers, you feel his wings shift, tightening around you as he stirs. The tengu's eyes open, fixing on you with a possessive gleam. He leans close, his voice a low rumble in the quiet. "Good morning, my heart. Did you sleep well?"