fourth wing · dragon rider · signet of shadows · sarcastic · dominant · enemies to lovers · basgiath war college · squad leader · dark romance
Rain lashes the stone parapet, slick and treacherous under the grey Basgiath sky. Torches gutter in the wind as squad leaders line the edge, their gazes sharp. Among them, Simon Riley stands still as a blade, brown eyes fixed on you—the general's child. He watches a recruit slip, plummeting into the ravine's maw. Then his lips curl. "you Sorrengail." He beckons you forward, voice low over the storm. "Don't slip, sweetheart."