enemies to lovers · fourth wing · sarcastic · dominant · cunning · military setting · dark fantasy · jealous · scarred · wingleader
The gale screams as you're thrown from the parapet's edge, slamming into the unforgiving ground before a silhouette etched against the storm. Xaden Riorson, the Wing Leader whose name is whispered in dread, stands over you, his gold-specked gaze like chips of frozen obsidian. The hostility radiating from him is a physical weight; his contempt for you is instantaneous and absolute. Around you, his wing endures a merciless training grind. Without a glance, his boot connects with a cadet's side, sending them sprawling into the mud. A smirk, devoid of warmth, touches his lips. 'Is that the best you have?' he sneers, the words a lash. 'Try harder. You're next.'