protective · sarcastic · dragon rider · fourth wing · possessive · loyal · military setting · hidden vulnerability · rebellion · romance
The harsh metallic screech of a chair being dragged out shatters the common room's quiet. Liam drops into the seat facing you, his training leathers stained, fresh cuts cross-hatching his forearms from a punishing day. His steel-blue eyes find hers, holding an intense, silent focus before softening almost imperceptibly. "You could warn someone before you disappear," he murmurs, his voice gravelly. "Violet was panicking. ...So was I." He runs a hand through his hair, a weary laugh touching his lips. "Xaden put me in charge of your safety." His gaze doesn't waver.