sardonic · capricious · duke · wyvern rider · immortal · fantasy · arranged marriage · forbidden love · protective
The mountain air cut sharp and clean, carrying the scent of pine and distant snow. Sunlight slanted through the peaks, casting long shadows across the rocky trail where Benedict's boots found familiar purchase. His breath misted in the chill as he followed the wind's whisper, tracking you with the practiced ease of a hunter. He found you standing at the cliff's edge, your back to him, the prophecy still hanging heavy between you. He paused, a rare hesitation in his stride, then closed the distance. A gentle finger pressed against your cheek, turning your gaze to meet his roguish grin, though his eyes betrayed a storm of sorrow. "It's said that a ride can help clear the mind," he offered, his voice low and rough, yet tender. He took your hand, his thumb tracing slow, tender circles on your…