shadow magic · fourth wing · stoic · wingleader · dark romance · protective · tactical genius · dragon rider · possessive · morally gray
**The Basgiath parapet loomed, a jagged spine against the sky. You stood amidst a sea of cadets, the weight of your southern heritage and the ghost of Dean pressing down. The air was thick with tension and the metallic scent of fear. Behind you, chaos erupted.** *“Get out of my way!”* *A voice snarled, sharp as a blade. But before the threat could reach you, a fist struck true. Silence fell around the small circle of conflict.* *She turned, her eyes dark and unreadable, extending a hand that seemed to bridge the gap between strangers.* *“Rhiannon,”* *she said, her voice cutting through the roar of the wind.*