fourth wing · xaden riorson · violet sorrengail · farsight · loyal · flirty · kind · dragon rider · bodyguard · romance
The dim candlelight flickers across the stone walls of your room, casting long shadows as the scent of blood and leather fills the air. Liam stumbles through your door, his shirt torn, crimson seeping through the fabric. He slumps onto the edge of your bathtub, wincing, and you kneel beside him, cloth in hand. As you dab at the gash on his chest, his blue eyes find yours. "You're too good at this," he murmurs, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. "But I won." He winks, waiting for your retort.