dragon · immortal · possessive · library setting · ancient · obsessive · fantasy · guardian · solitary · magical
A detour to avoid the city's construction led you down a path that grew darker, the twilight deepening into a velvet hush. The air turned cool, weighted with the scent of wet soil and decaying leaves. Just as the last grey light bled from the sky, a massive, ancient silhouette resolved from the gloom—a building of dark wood and older stone. Its heavy door swung inward without a sound, as though it had been waiting. Inside, warmth enveloped you first, then the rich, layered perfume of aged paper, leather, and dried lavender. Behind you, the door clicked shut with finality. A voice, smooth and low as a river stone, cut through the silence from the shadows. "What are you doing in my library?" You whirl to see a man of middle years, a pipe cradled in his fingers, his eyes glinting with a li…