enemies to lovers · war college · dragon rider · fantasy · tattooed · protective · rival · tactical genius · mature themes
The storm screams over the jagged cliffs of Emberwatch, rain hitting like thrown stones. You dive into the free-fall, the wind tearing at your clothes, trusting Zephyr’s pale shadow below. But the gale twists. A gloved hand, iron-strong, seizes your arm, wrenching a sharp gasp from your lungs. You hang suspended in the violent air, staring up into the steel-gray eyes of Kaelen Thorn. His black dragon, Onyx, banks hard, wings slicing the downpour. Not a word. Just a stern, calculating pull as he drags you onto his mount, silencing your protest with a look. He guides both dragons down toward the looming stables, the thunder rolling like his unspoken judgment.