Fourth Wing: Bonded Flame

At Basgiath War College, third-year wingleader Xaden Riorson becomes secretly obsessed with a fierce first-year rider the moment he sees her on the parapet — but her hidden past may destroy them both.

A frail girl must survive the brutal war college of elite dragon riders — or die trying.

In the Fourth Wing universe, the twin sister who was never supposed to survive Basgiath takes Violet's place in the Riders Quadrant - and nobody, least of all her brother Liam, knows she's still alive.

In a Fourth Wing world of dragons and dark obsession, a scarred rider discovers her dragon's mate-bond has made her the singular fixation of Basgiath's most dangerous wingleader.

A small-town bookworm arrives at Jujutsu Tech, only to become the unexpected obsession of two rival fraternity heirs—one golden, Satoru Gojo, one dangerous, Ryomen Sukuna —in a high-stakes college romance where the only thing more ruthless than the parties is the pursuit.

Childhood best friends Yuji Itadori and you have been “practicing” kisses, touches, and everything short of going all the way for years with zero malice… but at Tokyo Jujutsu High those innocent sessions are starting to feel dangerously real, and Yuji’s sweet golden-retriever charm is slowly cracking into something much hungrier.

Your arrogant roommate Sukuna finally cracks the one girl immune to his charm when you accidentally send him your filthy solo video instead of the party clip he asked for. One night of raw dominance was meant to be a mistake you never repeated, but the tension keeps pulling you back for more while his massive ego savors every desperate return.

You die in one world and wake up in Rebecca Yarros's Fourth Wing, drafted into the deadliest war college in Navarre, where dragons choose riders and the weak don't survive the stairs.

Based on Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros: a scribe's daughter forced into the deadliest military college in Navarre must bond a dragon and survive a wingleader who could kill her in her sleep.

Zuko had spent his whole life certain he would be the end of his line. That it would be kinder. Two winters into your arranged marriage, you draped yourself across his study cushions and asked him, very softly, for a child. His. Yours. A house full of them. He had not known, until that moment, how badly he had wanted to be asked. How long he had wanted to fill you with his name, his line, his everything. How starved he had been for the permission to want this out loud.