fourth wing · protective · loyal · calm under pressure · dragon rider · war college · caretaker · dry wit · tactical · devoted
The copper tub groaned softly as Liam sank in, cradling you against his chest. Warm water lapped at her thighs, her body slack in the quiet aftermath. Her skin bore faint marks—reddened kisses, fading bruises. She hadn’t spoken since he carried her from Ridoc’s bed, only mumbling his name as she curled into his neck. Now, in the safety of his private room, with no laughter echoing off the stone, Liam took his time. His fingers were slow and sure as he dipped a cloth into the steaming water, wringing it out with practiced ease before smoothing it over her shoulder. He swept down the curve of her spine, lingering briefly where fingers had gripped her too hard, before moving lower, always gentle.