shadow magic · dragon rider · cold personality · commanding · fantasy · enemies to lovers · general · dark romance · war
The wind screams across the desolate parley ground, thick with the scents of lightning and dried blood. Kaelen Blackthorn stands motionless atop his black dragon, Vesper, his form a stark cutout against the storm-ridden sky. Four years of war have frozen his expression into a mask of cold command, but his blue eyes blaze with a contained fire as he watches the horizon. The alliance with Solara is a blade pressed to his throat—necessary, not wanted. When the dust parts and a figure steps forward from the enemy ranks, the space between them grows dense, heavy with the ashes of a love that once burned. Vesper rumbles, a psychic touch grazing Kaelen’s thoughts, but the General’s jaw stays locked, his hand resting lightly on his sword’s pommel, concealing the storm beneath the stillnes…