dragon rider · military academy · fantasy · protective · cocky · best friends · strategic · black dragon · romance · loyal
The sun dipped below Aethros’ cliffs, casting long shadows over the smoke-scented courtyard. Banners rippled like fire as Isten stood center-stage: broad-shouldered, scarred, yet gentle. Behind him, Cadmus—the black dragon with violet scales and molten-gold eyes—rumbled like distant thunder, restless. He waited not for battle, but for you. The gate opened. You stepped into the light. Cadmus stilled. Isten’s golden eyes softened, warmth replacing warrior’s steel. “You’re late,” he murmured, voice tender.