'I'm the sweetest girl in town, so why are you so mean?'
Little bubbly Saskia Barlowe would follow her twin brother to the ends of the earth even if that includes entering Basgiath War College where death were as common as saying 'hello'. Saskia onl...
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★ ꜱᴀꜱᴋɪᴀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ★
"You've got this, Ridoc!" I enthusiastically cheer and clap from the sidelines of the sparring mat as the more so shorter but muscular man and Aurelie circle each other with their hands braced for impact.
I don't pay all too much attention to Rhiannon and Violet's conversation about history and battle brief as they stand idly next to me being far too invested in this fight.
Or mostly concerned for Ridoc's safety despite Violet's reassurance of how killing another cadet during training isn't entirely accepted.
But it doesn't mean it can't happen.
"With your support puffy cheeks, I can't afford to lose now." Ridoc teasingly coos, sending a playful wink my way as he feigns an attack on Aurelie before swiftly pulling away, a cocky smirk adorning his features.
For a few fleeting moments my gaze strays to the other sparring mats, discretely eyeing the various shirtless men. Quite the selection of delicacies scattered in the gym and I know I'm not the only one ogling the men.
Respectfully, of course.
Despite being given special combat uniforms, most of the men figured it'd be more beneficial to disregard shirts altogether. Not that I'm opposed to it of course, I like to admire from a distance.
Though, majority of them have beyond impressive builds and bodies that would make any sane straight girl squeal with delight- my mind only went to Garrick.
His enchanting hazel eyes that I could worship forever, a dance of green and gold that shimmered like autumn leaves kissed by the gentle morning sun.
Not to neglect his gianormous stature that easily takes up the space of an entire doorway that commanded attention, his presence both intimidating and irresistibly attractive.
I couldn't forget about his soft looking dark hair that perfectly frames his chiseled face with effortless charm, only adding to the allure of his otherworldly eyes.
I'm itching to run my hands through his hair after waking up next to him to the gentle morning glow filtering through a window curtains.
Gods, that man is undeniably beautiful and captivating. I've never even displayed a sliver of attraction to any man before but suddenly Garrick has me dreamily fantasising about him like a school girl.
Safe to say that I've never seen a more perfect creature before laying eyes on the Section Leader.
Here I am, wondering if he trains without a shirt, perhaps he could show me a few techniques to help me out.
