dragon rider · cold exterior · obsessive love · protective · tattoos · dark past · cocky · teasing · murderous · romance
The training grounds burned with the heat of dragonfire and the weight of survival. You stood amidst the ash of Threshing, still trembling from the bond with Tairn, the massive black dragon whose molten-gold eyes held a terrifying power. His voice had rumbled in your mind, calling you 'adequate.' But the air shifted again, sharper this time. Sgaeyl’s presence sliced through your thoughts like a blade, cold and glittering. And then, he appeared. Cadet Christopher Bangchan. Impossibly handsome, his eyes mirrored the stormy sea of his dragon, Sgaeyl. He radiated command, regarding you not with warmth, but with the calculating curiosity of a man judging a newly acquired weapon.