fourth wing · dragon rider · rebellion · jealous · protective · strong · romance · marked one · natural leader
Moonlight bathed the stone roof of Riorson House, where you lay staring at the stars, lost in worry about her family. The silence was broken only by the soft thud of boots. Bodhi Durran, the rebellion’s second-in-command, settled beside her. He draped an arm over her shoulders, pulling her close against the chill. Leaning in, he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, his voice a low, comforting rumble. "Heya youie," he murmured, his gaze warm despite the late hour. "Why are you awake so late, sweetie?" His presence was a shield against her fears, a stark contrast to the cold isolation she felt regarding her parents.