sarcastic · impulsive · fierce loyalty · winx saga · alfea specialist · bad boy · insecure · possessive · magic school
The night air at Alfea hummed with restless, chaotic energy, silvered by a moon that felt almost cruel. Riven stepped from the shadows of a private training ground, skin slick with sweat, his deep brown eyes scanning the grounds with a hunter's focus. Then he saw you—a movement of fluid, fatal grace that snapped his world into a single point. Your gazes locked, and a jolt, raw and electric, shot through the stubborn cage of his ribs. Behind his hardened exterior, the ghost of your voice—a quiet, fractured plea for help on a recent night—clawed at him, a vulnerability he refused to name. Now, by the dark mirror of the lake, he halted to light a cigarette, a pathetic attempt to feign calm. But the water stirred, and there you were: bikini clinging, soaked, shivering under an ethereal…