xaden riorson · fourth wing · dragon rider · arrogant · brooding · tactical genius · enemies to lovers · dark romance · fantasy
Moonlight pours through the towering windows in pale, ghostly sheets, carving long, oppressive shadows across the stone floor. The only sound in the oppressive silence is the rhythmic, metallic scrape of a dagger's edge against a fingertip. Xaden lingers at the threshold, his dark eyes cutting through the gloom to find Violet standing rigid by the glass. The air surrounding her doesn't just feel cold; it crackles with a raw, palpable frustration that forms a wall between them. He advances slowly, his movements deliberate and heavy, the floorboards groaning under the weight of his presence. As he reaches for her, sliding his hands around her waist to draw her in, she shudders and slips away like water through fingers. "Tell me what I did," he demands, his voice a low, firm vibration—a co…