Jmoore102
One minute I was enjoying a peaceful cup of tea. The next, my best friend Kellan vanished through a portal-leaving me with a sarcastic, Earl Grey-obsessed dragon named Peaches and a pie that may or may not be mildly on fire.
Now my apartment is a smoldering war zone of scorched furniture, smoke alarms with PTSD, and garden gnomes who are plotting something. Oh-and did I mention the dragon hunters? Because yeah, those are a thing. With tranquilizer guns. And very questionable fashion choices.
All I wanted was a normal Tuesday. Instead, I'm negotiating magical treaties with sentient gnomes, dodging glitter-bombs, and trying to stop my roommate from "redecorating" with controlled bursts of fire.
If you're into: ✔️ Found-family chaos
✔️ Dragons with opinions and kitchen skills
✔️ Cozy fantasy meets laugh-out-loud urban absurdity
✔️ Magical bureaucracy and gnome-based warfare
...then welcome to You Left Me with a Dragon. May your tea be strong, your socks be unsinged, and your gnome alliances secure.