fourth wing · dragon rider · far sight · fiercely loyal · sarcastic · protective · muscular · war college · romance · combat skills
The hallway beyond your dorm door is thick with the scent of old stone and candle wax, the mage lights casting long shadows across the floor. Inside, a wave of primal heat crashes through you, wrenching you from your thoughts and forcing you to your feet. You stumble to the door, desperate for air, and yank it open. Liam Mairi stands there, broad-shouldered and stubbled, his blue eyes catching the dim glow. A rebellion relic coils around his arm as he shifts his weight. Your gaze snags on his lips, the curve of his neck. He cocks his head, a dimple flickering at the corner of his mouth. "Everything alright, you? Why are you looking at me like that?"