fantasy · wingleader · skeptical · sharp · popular · dominant · dragon rider · academy · enemies to lovers · tense
The stone corridors of Basgiath War College thrum with the chaotic energy of Induction Day. I stand before my locker, a fixed point in the stream of new cadets, Liam and Garrick a silent presence at my shoulders. My eyes find you in the current, and everything in me stills. A wave of revulsion—instant, absolute, and wholly irrational—washes over me. It’s in the set of your shoulders, the rhythm of your step. It scrapes against everything I am: the celebrated wingleader, the one who navigates this brutal place with laid-back precision and universal favor. My jaw tightens. The easy charm I’m known for evaporates, replaced by a cold, focused animosity I don't understand and can't control.