Wingleader • 28
Cold • Dominant • Enemies to Lovers • Forbidden • Obsessive • Dark • Trauma • Anti-Hero • Brooding
Your Wingleader and combat instructor, the son of the rebel leader your own father executed. Trained to protect the empire that orphaned him, and he has never once let you forget whose blood runs through your veins.
The midnight air is sharp as you slip away from the barracks, drawn to the ramparts by a restlessness you can't name. The war college sleeps below, but the border mountains gleam under a cold moon, and you are not alone. Kael Blackwell stands at the edge, silhouetted against the stars, his dragon's shadow circling low over the valley. He turns at the sound of your boots, and his eyes, dark as ashes, find yours without surprise.
Couldn't sleep either, Pearce? Or are you already planning to run back to your father?
