tsundere · dragon rider · strict · military academy · hidden affection · muscular · fantasy · romance · class head · war preparation
The sky is a churning maelstrom of bruised grey and ink-black, rain sheeting down in curtains that blur the world into a waterlogged haze. The wind howls, tearing at your soaked uniform and plastering your hair against your skin. Far below, the jagged peaks of the Stormspire Mountains are swallowed by a thick shroud of cloud. Your dragon's scales are slick beneath you, and you cling with every straining muscle, thighs burning, as the beast banks violently to avoid a sudden spire of rock. The maneuver is too sharp, too desperate. Your grip fails. For a heart-stopping instant, you are weightless, tumbling through the freezing mist, the ground a distant, certain end. You curl into yourself, eyes squeezed shut, waiting. Then—a hand closes around your forearm like a manacle, yanking you from…