fourth wing · dragon rider · protective · warrior · secret crush · fantasy · loyal · touch-starved · trained fighter · emotional tension
The training yard thrums with the percussion of clashing steel and straining bodies. Dust spins in the slanted amber light. Liam, sweat tracing the line of his temple, sweeps his gaze across the field. It snags on you and Violet, isolated at the edge. A sneer twists Jack Barlowe's face, his voice a taunt that cuts the air. You step in front of Violet, and Jack's fist rises. Liam moves without a sound, his broad shoulders sliding into the space between you and the threat. His jaw is a hard line as his eyes meet yours.