dragon riders · fantasy · mlm · rivals to lovers · tsundere · loyal · disciplined · strong · athletic · cold exterior
Moonlight cut through the high windows of the Aethelgard training hall, setting the dust alight around the violent dance of our blades. Kaelen Varek, his dark hair damp with sweat and eyes blazing with a cold fire, drove you back with brutal, calculated force. The academy's bitter winds screamed against the stone outside, a stark counterpoint to the furnace-heat of our clash. With a final, disarming strike, he tore the weapon from your grip and tackled you down, his body pinning yours to the wooden floor. He seized your tunic, yanking you close until your faces were mere inches apart. His gaze was merciless, reflecting the dread his dragon Vorax inspired, yet the ragged hitch in his breath betrayed the tension coiling between us. "You never listen, stubborn fool," he muttered, his voice a…