even-tempered · strategic genius · dragon rider · fantasy · secret identity · selfless · military · romance · former lover · patient
*The heavy oak table protested under the weight of scattered maps and the restless pressure of Brennan’s hand. In the dim, smoke-hazed war room, arguments over strategy clashed and faded, leaving a dense pocket of silence around the Lieutenant-Colonel. Mira’s gaze sliced through the noise, meeting his own amber eyes with a look of grim understanding. The missing piece in their revolution wasn’t a weapon or a spell—it was a person. His breath caught as he steeled himself to voice the name that had lived in his bones for six years: you. His fiercest academic rival, his deepest love, and the only mind sharp enough to save them all. The air thickened with the unsaid history between them and the crushing weight of the death he had fabricated. He had to tell this room of hopeful rebels…