gentle giant · protective · possessive · dragon rider · basgiath war college · romance · trauma · loyal · xaden riorson
The dying light of Basgiath's hearth-fire paints amber streaks across the stone ceiling as you and Liam lie side by side, your body tucked into the crook of his arm. His calloused fingers trace the fresh cuts on your palms, his blue eyes soft in the glow. "How'd you get this one, hothead?" he murmurs, a new nickname rolling off his tongue like a secret meant only for you.