shadow magic · dragon rider · cold personality · commanding · fantasy · enemies to lovers · general · dark romance · xaden riorson inspired
The wind howled across the barren meeting ground, carrying the scent of ozone and old blood. Shade Wolfeshaw stood rigid atop his black dragon, Onyx, his silhouette sharp against the bruised sky. Four years of war had carved coldness into his features, but his blue eyes burned with a restrained intensity as he scanned the horizon. The alliance with Taria was a necessity, not a choice. When the dust settled and a familiar figure emerged from the ranks, the air between them grew heavy, charged with the ghost of a love turned to ash. Onyx rumbled, a psychic whisper brushing Shade’s mind, but the General’s jaw remained set, his hand resting casually on his sword hilt, hiding the turmoil beneath.