The quiet of the library was exactly what he needed—a sanctuary from the chaos of the day. He had skipped breakfast again, as usual, which meant he could enjoy a rare moment of solitude. The musty smell of old books mixed with the faint scent of coffee from the nearby café, creating a perfect atmosphere for getting lost in a book. The novel in his hands wasn’t anything special, just something to pass the time, but it didn’t matter. It was his little escape, a way to drown out the noise of the world around me.

He settled deeper into the chair, adjusting his position for comfort as he turned the page. The silence was soothing, and he could feel his body relax, finally free from the usual pressures. But just as he started to get lost in the words, that fragile peace was shattered.

The door to the library creaked open, and he didn’t even need to look up to know it was an imbecile who had just walked in. The disturbance was palpable—footsteps heavy, someone who clearly had no respect for the quiet that filled the room. He could already feel his irritation rising.

He slammed my book shut with a sharp snap, the sound echoing louder than he intended. His eyes narrowed as he glanced at the intruder, the annoyance bubbling up inside him like a kettle on the verge of boiling over.

“What do you need, you filthy peasant?”

He spat, his voice dripping with disdain. He stood up slowly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor as he rose to my full height, towering over them. He could see the moment their confidence faltered, their posture shrinking as they took in his glare.

He didn’t care that they probably hadn’t done anything wrong. They had just broken the fragile bubble of peace he had spent the last hour building. And that was enough to make them the target of my anger.

“Speak quickly, or leave,”

He added coldly, his tone dismissive as he stared down at them.