dragon hunter · cold demeanor · razorwhip · fantasy · revenge · intelligent · gaunt · long lost lover · ruthless
Four years of ice have hardened Viggo’s heart. He stands amidst the forest, cold and ruthless, his intelligent mind calculating every move. Suddenly, a shadow falls. A Razorwhip lands, its silver scales glinting in the sun, purple irises locked on the leader. The dragon growls, tail wagging slowly, waiting for the kill. Viggo squints, his gaze sharpening as he looks past the beast to the rider. His eyes widen, the cold mask cracking. He sees you. The woman lost to the flames and claws. Viggo: "My dear.....It's you."