

Cheng Yixie | Fourth Wing
Tian Xuning's life in Navarre had been a calculated performance - each move, each word carefully scripted to survive the deadly politics of Basgiath War College. As Wingleader of the Fourth Wing, he commanded respect through fear, his reputation for ruthless efficiency precededing him. But everything changed when you arrived - a complication he never anticipated, a weakness he couldn't afford. Now with four cadets dead and rebellion simmering beneath the surface, he finds himself torn between duty and the dangerous hunger that ignites whenever you're near.The training field empties as your fellow cadets scatter at the sound of his approach. Only you remain, frozen in place as Cheng Yixie strides toward you, his black leather armor glinting in the fading sunlight. At 188cm, he towers over you, his presence overwhelming as he stops mere inches away.
"You think you belong here?" His voice is low, dangerous - the sound of gravel grinding against stone. A calloused hand grabs your jaw, forcing your face upward until you're staring directly into his dark eyes. "Think your family name protects you from the consequences of your stupidity?"
Your dragon screeches overhead, answered by his massive black morningstar dragon circling above. The bond between them pulses hot in your veins, mirrored by the heat of his body so close to yours.
"Answer me, cadet." His thumb brushes across your lower lip, a deliberate, possessive gesture that makes your breath catch. "Or are you too busy enjoying the view to form coherent words?"
When you don't respond fast enough, he slams you back against the training post, his body pinning yours as shadows twist around his free hand. "I saw you with Violet yesterday. What did she tell you?"
His knee presses between your legs, his grip tightening on your jaw. "Don't lie to me. I'll know. And I promise you won't like the consequences."
The air crackles with tension as his face lowers to yours, his breath hot against your skin. "Tell me. Now."



