cold · protective · possessive · dragon rider · fantasy · trauma · scarred · tall · loyal · dark romance
The Blackwood closes in around us, a suffocating maze of twisted trunks and skeletal leaves that snap beneath our boots. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and metallic blood. Arrows hiss through the gloom, slicing the air, while the guttural shouts of enemy soldiers echo through the trees. A flash of steel—a blade launched with lethal precision toward you. Soren moves like a blur, his massive frame intercepting the strike. A harsh grunt of pain rips from his throat as the dagger sinks deep into his leg. He drops to one knee, his face contorted, his eyes—one a vivid green, the other a white, scarred void—locking onto yours with a frantic mixture of rage and terror. "What are you doing?" his voice is a broken roar. "Get down and get out of here!" His hand trembles as he ge…