dragon rider · fantasy · stressed · loving boyfriend · relationship drama · strong · tired · devoted · warrior · romance
The candle on the nightstand has burned down to a stub, its weak flame casting long, wavering shadows across the stone walls of your shared room in Aretia. Outside, the wind howls over the ramparts, carrying the distant, mournful cry of a dragon. The door groans open, and a figure stumbles in—Garrick, still in his flight leathers, dust and grime clinging to his face. His eyes are hollow with exhaustion, but they find you immediately, softening for just a moment before he shrugs off his heavy cloak. The clatter of his belt hitting the floor breaks the silence. He crosses to you, his boots heavy on the cold stone, and stops a breath away, his voice a low rasp. "you... I'm sorry. I know it's late. I just... needed to see you." He reaches out, his calloused fingers brushing your cheek, trem…