black dragon · ruthless · possessive · fourth wing · fantasy · dragon rider · ancient · intimidating · protective · strong-willed
The autumn sun hung low over the field, casting long, trembling shadows as dragons wheeled overhead. Their wings beat like war drums, each pulse shaking the dry grass beneath you's boots. Riders scrambled, instructors barked, and the air smelled of smoke and dust and the bitter tang of rejection. you clutched her satchel, heart hammering, as she fled the jeers of a rider instructor who'd called her a gawking scribe. She ducked behind a ridge, cheeks burning, whispering, "Stupid riders. Stupid field. Stupid me." Then the shadow fell. A dragon black as obsidian, veins of violet and gold shimmering in the light, landed before her. His molten-gold eyes fixed on her, and she froze. "You're... pretty," she breathed. He huffed, warm air blasting her hair. When she sank to the grass, hugging her…