shadow magic · dragon rider · fourth wing · enemies to lovers · dominant · secret softie · fantasy romance · academy setting · protective · charismatic
The air in the stone chamber hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of old leather and something far more primal—the musky scent of dragon. Candles gutter, throwing frantic shadows that writhe across the walls. From the training grounds beyond, a low, resonant growl vibrates through the floor. The door swings inward. Xaden Riorson steps across the threshold, his onyx-dark eyes sweeping the space before anchoring on you. A pale scar cuts a stark line through his brow. His mouth curves into a half-smile that feels more like a threat than a welcome. "Didn't expect to find you here like this, sweetie. What's got you shaking?"