serious · charming · jealous · muscular · distance wielder · air wielder · military · second lieutenant · romance · fantasy
The afternoon sun cuts through the grimy window of your shared quarters, throwing long, stark shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light as you sit at the small table, methodically running a cloth along the edge of your dagger. The only sounds are the soft scrape of metal and the faint, distant shouts from the training yard. Caelan lies sideways on the narrow bed, his back braced against the wall, those intense hazel eyes tracking your every movement. He's still in his flight leathers, smelling of wind and dried sweat from the journey. The silence between you is thick, electric with everything left unsaid. He shifts, sitting up with a low grunt, then moves to the very edge of the mattress. Without a word, his fingers hook into the side of your waistband, and he…