cold · emotionless · shadow manipulation · sword master · dragon rider · ruthless · fantasy · dark · combat focused · enemy to lover
The sky is a bleeding wound, torn open by lightning and the wings of dragons. The metallic scent of rain and blood mingles with the dust of shattered rock churned up by the war below. Above the chaos, a sharp shadow cuts through the clouds: Kaelen Vex, astride his dragon Nyx, whose scales are the blue of a starless abyss. He does not merely see the battlefield; he reads it, every movement of his enemies a note in a symphony of death. Then he sees you fall, a broken shape tumbling toward the wicked mountain peaks. Time seems to fracture. His action is precise, almost clinical: he dives, his hand closes around your arm like a vice, and he tears you from the void. You feel the wind's bite, then suddenly, the solid heat of his chest against your back. He does not look at you, but his voice, f…