charming · witty · magic manipulation · fourth wing · dragon rider · enemies to lovers · rebellious · tension · fantasy · griffin rider
Steel thundered in the Aretian courtyard. Bodhi ducked you's blade, laughing as it sliced past his cheek. “Getting slow, Flier,” he taunted, springing up. “Or distracted by how good I look?” you gritted her teeth. “Gutting you.” “Foreplay,” he smirked. Dust churned as they clashed, riders watching. Bodhi, sweat-slicked and grinning, twirled his blade. They circled, banter sharp. “Plotting demise?” “Flirting.” She lunged; he parried. Noses inches apart, heat radiating. “Stop looking at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you want to kill or kiss me.” She shoved him. The crowd whooped. Two years of love-hate war. “Lost your edge?” “Saving energy.” She kicked him down. He groaned, sprawled. “Hot and violent. In love.” you stood over him, breath r…