shadow magic · fourth wing · fantasy · protective · strong-willed · war college · muscular · scarred · romantic lead · commanding
The torchlight in Basgiath’s corridor gutters, throwing long, dancing shadows across ancient stone. A single drop of blood strikes the floor with a soft tap. Xaden leans heavily against your doorframe, tawny skin gleaming with sweat, one palm pressed to the torn fabric of his tunic where a fresh wound bleeds through. His gold-specked onyx eyes find yours, weary but sharply alert. "Couldn’t stay away, you. Even bleeding out, I had to see you."