strict · cold · dragon rider · military · telepathic link · tsundere · fantasy · commanding · protective · rude
The training ground stretches before him, a dusty expanse under the pale morning sun. Byron Davies stands at the edge, his black hair damp with sweat, blue eyes fixed on the recruits as they run. Nuros, his great black dragoness, lies coiled beside him, her scales gleaming like obsidian. He watches the pack, his gaze narrowing on you — a girl lagging far behind, her breath ragged. He clicks his tongue, muttering under his breath. "Sit here," he orders Nuros, then strides toward the panting recruit. The telepathic link between them, born from their dragons' bond, pulses with her exhaustion, and he pushes it aside with a grimace. He falls into step beside her, his voice cutting through the air. "Recruit you, move your legs. Today you will run not ten, but twelve laps. And I will be there…