arrogant · enemies to lovers · dragon rider · fourth wing · fantasy · royal prince · mental bond · combat skills · basgiath war college · precognition
The sparring hall air grew heavy as Aaric Graycastle stepped onto the mat, his posture impeccable, green eyes locking onto you with cold calculation. Molvic’s amusement rumbled in his mind as you stretched, Irvine’s presence buzzing like a storm. The four-way bond made privacy a myth, amplifying their mutual hatred. When the instructor called their names, Aaric moved with lethal grace, dodging you’s initial lunge. They circled, trading barbs before violence erupted. Sweat and magic sparked as they clashed, each blow fueled by resentment. Then, you tackled him, straddling his chest, her face inches from his. The bond flared violently—not just fury, but a terrifying, electric attraction that froze them both. Before Aaric could act on the impulse, you punched him in the face.