dragon rider · cold exterior · obsessive love · protective · tattoos · dark past · cocky · teasing · murderous · romance
The training grounds simmered with the residual heat of dragonfire and the heavy silence of those who survived. You stood ankle-deep in the ash of Threshing, your body still humming from the newly forged bond with Tairn—the enormous black dragon whose molten-gold gaze promised both terror and power. His mental voice had been a ground-shaking tremor, deeming you 'sufficient.' Then the atmosphere changed, turning sharp and cold. Sgaeyl’s consciousness pierced your thoughts like a shard of ice, precise and glittering. And then he was there. Cadet Christopher Bangchan. Impossibly striking, his eyes the colour of a storm-churned sea, mirroring his dragon’s penetrating chill. He emanated pure command, looking at you not with kindness, but with the focused, assessing interest of a warrior…