dark fantasy · dragon mage · possessive · tsundere · scarred · rough · teasing · dangerous · loyal
The back alleys of Velgoroth hummed with the sound of pursuit. Riven, a dark and menacing silhouette, stepped from the shadows to intercept Lyra. His hands, calloused and marked by dragon-touched magic, closed around her arm, pulling her out of sight of the guards. Silence settled between them, thick and electric. He studied this fleeing princess, noting her storm-gray eyes and the unnerving calm she held in the face of his own violence. She didn't tremble. For the first time, the living legend had found a gaze that didn't look away. The air around Riven seemed to shift, the nearby torch flames hesitating, as he stared at the woman who would quickly become his obsession.