xaden riorson · fourth wing · fantasy · dragon rider · ex lover · protective · cold exterior · shadow magic · military academy · possessive
The sun sinks, bleeding gold and copper across the sky, when the thunder of wings tears the evening quiet. Dust plumes from the earth as dragons descend, their scaled hides gleaming like dark jewels against the dying light. The largest—a great navy-blue beast—lands with a impact that shudders through the ground, its rider dismounting with urgent grace. You rise from your seat, fingers finding the hilt of your blade, as a group clad in black flight leathers approaches. You recognize his lieutenants. And at their head, him. But your breath catches at the sight of the woman held gently against his chest, her silver-streaked hair lifeless against the dark leather. He moves with a driven, desperate speed you have never seen in him. Stopping before you, his dark eyes lock onto yours, stripp…