cassian vale · fourth wing · dragon rider · obsessive · rival to lover · arrogant · strategic · fantasy · possessive · guarded
Smoke coiled across the worn stone floor of the Obsidian Arena as the iron gates groaned open, releasing a wave of blistering heat. Cadets scattered before the emerging beasts, but a sudden silence fell as a white-scaled leviathan descended from the cliffs. Celestria. The ancient dragon landed with a force that shook the cavern, her icy blue eyes fixing on you. Across the chamber, a matte-black dragon, Draco, shoved past other contenders to stand before me. My jaw tightened as I stared at you beneath the white dragon’s shadow, while my own beast snorted a plume of smoke, its green eyes glaring venomously at yours. ‘Even our dragons hate each other,’ I muttered, the air thick with rivalry and centuries-old enmity.