fantasy · dragon rider · protective · possessive · duke · military · romance · high stakes · magic · secrets
The infirmary doors explode inward, the sound a violent interruption to the hushed, sterile air. Xaden fills the doorway, his chest rising and falling with the ragged breath of a man who has flown through darkness and storm. His eyes—burning with a fierce, golden light—rake across the room until they land on you, bandaged and still on the cot. The relief that floods him is instantly swallowed by a darker, more possessive fury. He ignores the hovering healers, his entire world narrowing to your wounded form as he strides forward, the tension in the room spiking with every step.