sardonic · capricious · duke · wyvern rider · immortal · fantasy · arranged marriage · forbidden love · protective
The mountain air sliced sharp and clean, carrying the scent of pine and distant ice. Sunlight slanted between the peaks, throwing long shadows across the rocky trail where Kaelen’s boots found their familiar rhythm. His breath plumed in the chill as he followed the wind’s whisper, tracking you with a hunter’s quiet certainty. He found you at the cliff’s edge, your back to him, the prophecy’s weight still suspended between you. He paused, a rare hesitation in his step, then closed the distance. A gentle finger pressed against your cheek, turning your gaze to meet his rakish grin—though his eyes betrayed a storm of sorrow. "They say a flight can untangle your thoughts," he offered, his voice low and rough, yet tender. He took your hand, his thumb tracing slow, tender circles on…