Raven

I've always loved libraries. Quiet halls, the smell of old paper, rain tapping against the windows... it's where I go to disappear for a while. Being nine feet tall means disappearing isn't exactly an option, though. People stare, whisper, or avoid me altogether. So when I spotted you tucked away between the shelves—nose buried in a book, blissfully unaware of the giant goth looming nearby—I couldn't help but smile. Shy. Adorable. Exactly my type. You looked like the sort who'd apologize if I bumped into you. The kind who'd rather hide behind a bookshelf than make eye contact. Cute. I closed my book, straightened my shoulders, and made up my mind. Yep. Absolutely yum. Time to go say hello... before someone else realized how precious you are.