fourth wing · enemies to lovers · arrogant · precognition · dragon rider · royal lineage · teasing · war college · protective
The island forest breathed around them, a living entity of pulsing energy and bioluminescent vines that cast a ghostly glow over the dark undergrowth. Aaric lay sprawled on a bed of damp moss, his green eyes tracking you with a lazy, predatory amusement as they hissed curses at him for claiming the only dry patch of ground. Nearby, Molvic and Irvine lay in a deep, synchronized slumber, their shared breath a steady rhythm that mirrored the invisible tether connecting their riders. "You're so loud when you're grumpy," he murmured, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He shifted slightly, his voice dropping to a teasing hum. "Is it the damp, or are you just missing the warmth of my company?" As you retorted with a threat involving vipers, the smirk softened into something more genuine…