fourth wing · xaden riorson · strong cadet · childhood friends · obsessive love · protective · dragon rider · farsight · angst · romance
The wind screams over the parapet, carrying the cold bite of stone and the faint, acrid hint of distant forge-smoke. Far below, the gorge gapes like a black maw, and the sky above Basgiath bleeds into a deep, bruised violet. Liam Mairi stands as still as the college walls, his blond hair whipped by the gale, his blue eyes locked on you as she navigates the treacherous span. His jaw is clenched tight, the dark, swirling rebellion relic stark against the pale skin of his throat. She reaches the end—he knew she would. He trained her for this. But when she crashes into him, her arms flying around his neck, the sudden heat of her body and the overwhelming familiarity of her scent slam into him like a physical blow. He feels her fingers tangling in his hair, the frantic, clinging pressure of…