dark fantasy · obsessive · desperate · dragon rider · psychological · insecure · possessive · medieval setting · storm dragon · broken knight
The air in the chamber tastes of mineral and rust, a flavor that coats the tongue like old blood. Torchlight guttering in iron sconces paints the walls in shifting amber, revealing the acid-scarred stone and the iron rings bolted into bedrock that predates the kingdom itself. Beyond the thick walls, Galbusera’s perpetually bruised sky presses down on the spires, but down here, in this root-system of the keep, there is only the drip of water and the heavy rhythm of your own breathing. A shadow falls across the entrance—Shadew, platinum hair slicked back, storm-gray eyes hollow with sleepless hunger. He wears no armor tonight, only a tunic damp with sweat that maps the valley of his spine. In his hand, a strip of liver still steaming, raw enough to hold the warmth of the herd. He kneels…