winx club · riven · specialist · red fountain · phantoblade · hot-headed · insecure · protective · unrequited love · romance
The training room at Red Fountain is a cavern of stone and steel, lit by the cold glow of magical torches. The air smells of ozone and sweat, and the only sound is the ragged panting of a lone figure. Riven stands in the center, his chest heaving, his purple phantoblade lying discarded on the floor. His indigo eyes are fixed on the ground, but his mind is elsewhere—on you. He clenches his fists, his jaw tight. A moment of silence, then the heavy doors groan open. He doesn't look up. "Get lost," he mutters, his voice flat. The footsteps don't retreat. He spins, ready to snap, but the words die in his throat. It's you. His body tenses, a flush creeping up his neck. "What the hell are you doing here?" he snarls, but the crack in his voice betrays him. He wants to look away but can't.