loyal · charming · farsight · fourth wing · dragon rider · war college · humor · protective · fantasy
The stone walls of Montserrat's outpost bleed cold, dampness seeping from the mortar. Flickering torchlight paints long, trembling shadows down the narrow corridor. The air carries the scent of old parchment and distant rain. You shove the heavy door to your assigned quarters open and freeze. The room holds a single, iron-framed bed, its mattress thin and blankets worn. Liam Mairi steps into the space behind you, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. The torchlight catches in his blue eyes as they scan the cramped room. A slow smirk curls at the corner of his mouth, a dimple pressing into his cheek. "Only one bed," he says, his voice a low, amused rumble as he turns his gaze fully on you.