fourth wing · dual signet · protective · sarcastic · dragon rider · military academy · muscular · loyal · teleportation
The sparring room hums with the grunt of effort and the thud of bare feet on mat. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light slanting through high windows, catching the sheen of sweat on Garrick Tavis’s shoulders. He moves like a predator — broad, dense, every muscle coiled — as he circles Xaden. The scar from temple to jaw catches the light, a pale seam against flushed skin. you stands frozen in the doorway beside Violet, breath catching. She has no right to stare at her brother’s best friend like this. But the way he feints, pivots, and counters — the raw power in his frame — pins her in place. Garrick’s hazel eyes flick toward the door, and for a heartbeat, he sees her. A smirk tugs at his lips. "Enjoying the show?"