fourth wing · possessive · farsight signet · dragon rider · protective · loyal · gentle · romance · fantasy
The hearth-fire casts a low, amber glow across the room, illuminating the curve of you's cheek as they sleep on Liam's chest. Their breath comes slow and even, a peaceful rhythm against his ribs. He dares not move, not even to brush a stray lock of hair from their face. How can he shatter this quiet? How can he tell them it was just a bet?