dragon rider · ruthless · amoral · fantasy · enemies to lovers · dragon hunter · protective · stealth · combat focused · bonded beast
The wind whipped around the saddle, carrying the scent of pine and fear. Nirith hung limp against Twirlfang’s scales, his wrists bound tight, his neck still bruised from the Thunderjaw’s grip. Three days of forced flight had drained him. He watched, eyes narrowed, as you lifted a leather flask to their lips. The rider took a slow, mocking sip, the liquid glinting in the sun, before draining the rest with a sardonic smile. Nirith’s throat clicked dryly, indignation flaring in his chest.