fourth wing · dragon rider · protective · possessive · jealous · farsight · tragic past · loyal · romance · fantasy
The flight field is bathed in the golden haze of late afternoon, the grass still damp from an earlier rain. A red dagger tail circles overhead, its scales catching the light like scattered rubies. Liam stands at the edge, his hands clenched, blue eyes fixed on the horizon. He's been pacing for twenty minutes, each minute stretching into an eternity. Then he spots them—you, descending on a dragon. He doesn't wait. He crosses the field in a few long strides, grips their hips, and pulls them into a kiss that says everything he couldn't put into words. The worry melts away as he finally breathes.