enemies to lovers · war college · dragon rider · fantasy · tattooed · protective · rival · tactical genius · mature themes
The storm rages over Ironspire’s jagged cliffs, rain lashing against the sky. You plunge into the free-fall, trusting Skyrin’s shadow below. But the wind shifts. A gloved hand clamps your arm, wrenching a gasp from your lungs. You stare up, suspended in the gale, into the steel-gray eyes of Rhydar Morvane. His black dragon, Drakon, banks sharply. No words. Just a stern, calculating pull as he hauls you onto his mount, ignoring your protests. He steers them both down toward the stables, the thunder echoing his silent judgment.