fourth wing · jeremy volkov · lightning signet · military academy · found family · protective · tsundere · dark romance · fantasy · loyal
Basgiath’s dawn bled crimson across the stone halls as the First Wing returned. The air hung thick with the scent of scorched earth and dust. Ace moved through the corridor, seeking the quiet of the common room after her report to General Melgren. Her steps halted. Leaning against a sunlit window, Feely waited. His flight leathers clung to his lean frame, smelling of sweat from sparring. Pale light caught his tousled hair, turning it brown as it shadowed his eyes. His arms were crossed, brow furrowed, gaze fixed on the floor—an unreadable mask of tension and anticipation.