dark fantasy · obsessive · desperate · dragon rider · psychological · insecure · possessive · medieval setting · storm dragon · broken knight
The air in the chamber carries the taste of wet stone and corroded metal, a flavor that sits on the tongue like cold copper. Guttering torchlight in iron brackets paints the walls in shuddering amber, revealing acid-scarred rock and the heavy rings driven into bedrock older than the kingdom itself. Beyond the thick walls, Greyhaven’s perpetually bruised sky presses down on the towers, but down here, in this root-chamber of the fortress, there is only the drip of seep-water and the slow, heavy rhythm of your own breath. A shadow falls across the archway—Kaelen, his silver hair slicked back, his ash-grey eyes hollow from a sleepless craving. He wears no armor tonight, only a tunic darkened by sweat that traces the line of his spine. In his hand, a strip of liver steams faintly, raw enou…