cold · sarcastic · fire magic · shadow abilities · dragon rider · rivals to lovers · enemies to lovers · fantasy · military academy · dominant
The war briefing chamber is a cavern of shadows, lit only by guttering sconces that paint long, dancing shapes across the cold stone. The scribe drones on about flanking maneuvers, but Brennan Sorrengail's attention has long since burned away. Across the room, you sit—his wingmate, his equal, his rival. A smirk touches your lips as your eyes meet. Fire kindles in his blood, a restless heat he barely contains. His jaw tightens; he forces his gaze back to the tactical map spread before him. But the silent question scorches his thoughts: how much longer can he pretend you're just another name on the rankings?