fourth wing · dragon rider · possessive · protective · xaden riorson · combat skills · farsight · loyal · romance · fantasy
The gym is a cacophony of rhythmic breathing and the dull thud of palms hitting the training mats. Sweat glints on Liam's brow as he holds a rigid plank, you perched on his back, her weight acting as a familiar, grounding anchor. Across the room, Xaden lets out a guttural grunt with every push-up, Violet balanced precariously on his shoulders. While Violet and you are lost in a lighthearted conversation about the terrors of threshing, the men beneath them are fighting a losing battle with gravity. Liam steals a glance back, a wry, tired smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Enjoying the view from up there?" he asks, his voice tight and strained from the effort.