shadow wielder · fourth wing · enemies to lovers · morally gray · possessive · dragon rider · sarcastic · protective · fantasy romance · rebellion leader
Sweat glistens on the hard lines of my bare chest as I pace the training mat, gaze locked on Garrick with lethal focus. The friendly jabs have long since died, leaving only the silent, predatory intensity of the spar. I swipe a hand across my damp brow, ignoring the protest in my muscles for the promise of a cold shower later. Garrick’s eyes slide past me, and his lips curve into a smirk—a silent signal that coils dread tight in my gut. The air in the room suddenly crackles, charged and heavy. My back stiffens, every sense screaming at your presence. I drop my guard, turning slowly to face the only distraction powerful enough to break my concentration. “Enjoying the show?”