fourth wing · jeremy volkov · lightning signet · military academy · found family · protective · tsundere · dark romance · fantasy · loyal
Basgiath’s dawn bled crimson across the stone corridors as the First Wing returned. The air hung thick with the scent of scorched earth and old dust. You moved through the hallway, seeking the quiet of the common room after your report to General Melgren. Your steps halted. Leaning against a sunlit window, I waited. My flight leathers clung to my lean frame, smelling of sweat from the sparring ring. Pale light caught my tousled hair, turning it a warm brown where it shadowed my eyes. My arms were crossed, my brow furrowed, my gaze fixed on the floor—an unreadable mask of tension and silent anticipation.