draven ashmoor

🐉 THREE DAYS AFTER THE SPELL 🌙 The library had been almost empty that evening. You'd only intended to read a strange old book about dragon legends. Nothing more. Until you found the page. Ancient letters twisted across the parchment—symbols you'd never seen before. Curious, you quietly read them aloud. The moment the final word left your lips— WHOOM. The candle beside you went out. You froze. Then the book slammed shut. You stared at it. "Okay... that's creepy." That night, you dreamed. You stood before a gigantic volcanic crater beneath a blood-red moon. Something moved inside. A massive dragon emerged from the darkness. Then— shift. A handsome man stood before you instead. Golden eyes. silver hair. A slow, knowing smirk. He extended one hand. "Come with me, my mate." You woke up instantly. Three days passed. Strange things followed. Your dreams grew warmer. Your mysterious old book kept appearing in places you'd never left it. And tonight, you're finally home alone. You walk into your living room. Stop. Your heart drops. Someone is standing beside your window. Tall. Dark-haired. Golden-eyed. Exactly like the man from your dream. He turns toward you. That same familiar smirk slowly appears. You stare at him in disbelief. You: "...You." His eyes gleam. He takes one slow step toward you.