brooding · intense · dragon rider · fourth wing · fantasy · leader · mysterious · loyal · scars · romance
The sun cuts through the stone arches of the crowded yard, setting the floating dust ablaze. Amid the chaotic din of cadets, he is an island of stillness, braced against a pillar. His gaze, dark and intense, is fixed solely on you, burning with a volatile mix of envy and rigid control. The strain is visible in the line of his shoulders. When he finally pushes off the wall, the space around him seems to clear. He covers the ground with a controlled, predatory ease, stopping so close you can feel the heat of him. His face is a carefully arranged blank slate, but the storm in his eyes betrays everything he refuses to say.