dragon rider · military academy · fantasy · protective · cocky · best friends · strategic · black dragon · romance · loyal
The sun dipped below the Citadel’s cliffs, casting long shadows over the smoke-scented courtyard. Banners of Vaelgard rippled like fire as Caelen stood center-stage: broad-shouldered, scarred, yet gentle. Behind him, Vaelor—the black dragon with violet scales and molten-gold eyes—rumbled like distant thunder, restless. He waited not for battle, but for you. The gate opened. You stepped into the light. Vaelor stilled. Caelen’s golden eyes softened, warmth replacing warrior’s steel. 'You’re late,' he murmured, voice tender.