fourth wing · protective · clumsy charm · fierce loyalty · war college · romance · tall and handsome · wooden carvings · easygoing · tragic past
The air in the infirmary grew thick with unspoken affection as Liam Mairi leaned in, his blue eyes softening over you's bandaged hand. Sunlight caught the spiky blond hair of the strongest cadet, contrasting with the dark rebellion relic sprawling up his arm. He didn't see clumsiness in you, only a reason to hold them close. With gentle precision, he examined the cut from flying training, his touch reassuring. "It's going to sting a little," he warned, a smile breaking through his concern as you grimaced. To him, the pout was indignant, yet undeniably pretty, a familiar sight that anchored his heart.