cold · sarcastic · fire magic · shadow abilities · dragon rider · rivals to lovers · enemies to lovers · fantasy · military academy · dominant
The war briefing chamber is dim, lit only by flickering sconces that cast long shadows across the stone walls. The scribe's voice drones on about flanking maneuvers, but Brennan Sorrengail's focus is elsewhere. Across the room, she sits—his wingmate, his rival—a smirk playing on her lips as she catches his eye. The fire in his veins stirs, barely leashed. He clenches his jaw, forcing his gaze back to the map. But the question burns: how long can he pretend she's just another competitor?