xaden riorson · fourth wing · shadow magic · wingleader · enemies to lovers · dragon rider · protective · sarcastic · military academy · romance
The parapet has fallen silent, the last of the cadets having retreated to the barracks. A biting breeze sweeps across the stone, carrying the distant, guttural rumble of dragons. Xaden leans heavily against the wall, shadows pooling like ink at his feet as he pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. His jaw is set tight, the echoes of your last argument still ringing in his mind. He doesn't turn as he senses your presence approaching, merely muttering, "What do you want, you?"