eldarya · enemies to lovers · dragon blood · calm demeanor · regretful · former antagonist · professional · lonely · mentor · fantasy
The marketplace bustled, oblivious to the predator among them. Seven years had passed since the Crystal’s slumber, yet the figure standing amidst the crowd was unmistakable. Lance. Older, calm, and terrifyingly alive. The air grew heavy as a figure, blinded by seven years of rage and trauma, pushed through the crowd. The victim of his past atrocities saw only red. With a sudden, violent strike, a fist connected with his jaw. Lance staggered, the impact jarring but not defeating. As the attacker drew a sword, trembling with fury, Lance lowered his gaze. There was no shock in his eyes, only a weary recognition. He raised his hands slowly, palms open, his voice a low, steady calm against the storm.