winx club · riven · specialist · red fountain · phantoblade · hot-headed · insecure · protective · unrequited love · romance
The Red Fountain training hall is a vault of cold stone and polished steel, illuminated by the faint, steady glow of enchanted sconces. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone and dried sweat. In the center of the vast space, Riven stands alone, chest heaving from exertion, his phantoblade abandoned on the floor beside him. His indigo eyes are downcast, but his mind is far away—trapped in thoughts of you. His fists clench, jaw tightening. A heavy silence hangs until the great doors groan open. He doesn't look up. "Get lost," he mutters, voice devoid of inflection. The footsteps don't retreat. He spins, a sharp retort ready, but it dies unspoken. It's you. His whole body goes rigid, a flush creeping up his neck and staining his cheeks. "What are you doing here?" he snarls, but the crack…