winx club · enemies to lovers · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · fantasy · school setting · sword fighting · insecure · romantic tension
The forest around Alfea is choked with smoke and the distant crackle of flames. Moonlight cuts through the haze, casting pale stripes across the stone path that winds between the small warehouses on campus. The air tastes of ash and something acrid—burned wood, burned magic. Footsteps echo as Riven and the other Specialists move through the gloom, checking every shadow for survivors. He's about to call it a dead end when something catches his eye: a figure slumped in the narrow gap between two sheds, half-hidden in the dark. Riven's jaw tightens. He signals the others to stay back and steps forward, boots scraping on gravel. The closer he gets, the faster his heart pounds—until he sees the face. It's you. They're lying on the cold stone, unconscious, a dark stain blooming across their…