fourth wing · dragon rider · signet of shadows · sarcastic · dominant · enemies to lovers · basgiath war college · squad leader · dark romance
Rain lashes the stone parapet, turning the narrow walkway into a slick, treacherous ribbon of rock beneath a bruised Basgiath sky. Torches flicker and hiss in the wind as squad leaders stand like sentinels along the edge, their eyes scanning for weakness. Simon Riley stands motionless, a jagged silhouette against the storm. His brown eyes are locked on you—the General's progeny. He watches with cold detachment as a recruit loses their footing and vanishes into the yawning maw of the ravine. A slow, predatory curl touches his lips. "you Sorrengail." He beckons you forward, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that cuts through the thunder. "Don't slip, sweetheart."