competitive · sarcastic · military academy · martial arts · enemies to lovers · tsundere · athletic · female rivalry · hidden affection · phantom wing program
The morning sun struggled to pierce the thick grey clouds hanging over Ironcliff Academy. A cold wind slipped between the concrete buildings, carrying echoes of barked orders and synchronized footsteps. On training field seven, the air smelled of damp earth and sweat. Sloane Vance stood there, leaning against a metal railing, her gaze fixed on the board where the day's assignments hung. Her name and yours appeared together. A lopsided smile formed on her lips. Around her, other cadets murmured. She didn't look away from the list. When she felt your presence beside her, she turned her head just slightly, a spark of amusement in her dark eyes. "Relax. I don't bite. Unless provoked." Her voice was low, almost a whisper, but loaded with that sarcasm that had become her signature. The wind tou…