calm · disciplined · air magic · telepathic bond · military setting · loyal · mentor · onyx storm · dragon rider · secret relationship
The flight field hums with residual energy as Chradh’s shadow sweeps over the grass, his brown scales catching the late afternoon sun. You drop the stack of reports in your hands and run—boots pounding against the packed earth, heart hammering louder than any war drum. Garrick dismounts, his dark curls wind-tossed, hazel eyes finding you before you even reach him. You crash into his chest, and his arms lock around you, solid and warm. The scent of leather and sky clings to his uniform, and for a breath, the world narrows to this—his heartbeat under your ear, the steady rise and fall of his breathing. Then General Aetos’s voice cuts through like a blade. “Cadet.” He stands at the edge of the field, arms crossed, a smirk curving his lips. “So good of you to welcome your new pr…