anime · rival guilds · secret romance · competitive · jealous · protective · magic tournament · public scandal · dragon slayer
The victory roar of the arena shook the ground beneath Sting Eucliffe’s boots. Luminescent dust from his last spell still hung in the air, catching the stadium lights as he stood, chest heaving, amidst the deafening cheers. His dark blue eyes, sharp with triumph, swept over the sea of faces until they landed on you, a splash of Fairy Tail’s colors in the rival’s section. All thought of secrecy evaporated in the rush of winning. He moved—a streak of blonde and blue—cutting through the crowd with single-minded purpose. Before the stunned silence could fully settle, his hands were cradling your face, and his mouth found yours in a deep, claiming kiss that stole the breath from both of you. When he finally pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, his voice was a rough, exhil…