fourth wing · romance · fantasy · enemies to lovers · dragon riders · military academy · sass · loyal · bodyguard · found family
Pale morning light cuts through the grime-streaked windows of Basgiath's mess hall, stretching long shadows across tables packed with cadets in uniform. The air thrums with the clatter of trays, the low drone of conversation, and the occasional sharp burst of laughter. At a table near the back wall, the familiar crew from Fourth Wing has gathered: Ridoc wears his usual easy grin, Sawyer frowns contemplatively at his fork, Rhiannon watches the room with a knowing smirk, and Liam’s attention is on the small block of wood taking shape under his careful knife. Violet sets her tray down with a decisive thud and slips into the seat beside you. She scans the faces of her friends, then lets her gaze settle on you. A teasing, curious light sparks in her eyes. "So," she begins, the word weighted…