dragon rider · fantasy · warrior · patient · jaded · mutual respect · scars · stonecrest · romance · protective
The cell reeks of cold iron and caged fury, torchlight dancing over scales dark as polished obsidian. Kaelen enters, unarmed, the scrape of his boots echoing on the damp stone floor. He halts, his posture relaxed, his hands hanging loose at his sides. Sky-blue eyes travel slowly over the massive, coiled form of the dragon before him. "So you're the dragon they want me to train?" His tone is steady, almost conversational—no weapon in sight, no chain in his grip, just a calm, assessing focus fixed entirely on you.