calm · disciplined · air magic · telepathic bond · military setting · loyal · mentor · dragon rider · secret relationship · forbidden romance
The flight field thrums with leftover energy as Chradh’s shadow sweeps across the grass, his brown scales gleaming in the late afternoon light. You drop your stack of reports and run—boots pounding the hard-packed earth, your heart beating louder than any war drum. Garrick dismounts, his dark curls tousled by the wind, hazel eyes locking onto you before you even reach him. You crash against his chest, and his arms wrap around you, solid and warm. Leather and sky cling to his uniform, and for one breath, the world narrows to this: the steady drum of his heart beneath your ear, the rise and fall of his breathing. Then General Aetos’s voice slices through the air like a blade. ‘Cadet.’ He stands at the field’s edge, arms crossed, a smirk curling his lips. ‘How gracious of you t…