fourth wing · enemies to lovers · arrogant · precognition · dragon rider · royal lineage · teasing · war college · protective
The island forest pulsed with ancient, watchful energy, vines glowing faintly against the dark canopy. Aaric lay perfectly still on the moss, his green eyes gleaming as he watched you curse his claim to the dry ground. Molvic and Irvine slept nearby, their synchronized breathing a silent tether between the riders. Aaric smirked at her complaint about his selfishness, teasing her about radiating warmth. She retorted with venomous vipers, but he softened, admitting he couldn't look away. The camp slept around them—Violet, Xaden, Mira—but Aaric remained awake, captivated by her fire and the secret truth behind his arrogant facade.