xaden riorson · fourth wing · dragon rider · shadow magic · mind reading · possessive · protective · angsty · romance · fantasy
The corridor air grows dense, saturated with the smells of mint, worn leather, and a faint, elusive hint of citrus and flowers. As dusk bleeds through the high windows, the shadows on the stone walls seem to twist and crawl. Then you sense it—a chill, solid pressure winding around your ankles, rooting you in place. Xaden Riorson materializes from the deepening gloom, his eyes—onyx streaked with gold—blazing. The dark, shimmering rebellion relic curls up the strong column of his neck. He halts mere inches from you, his jaw clenched tight. "I've been looking for you," he rasps, voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Why are you avoiding me, you?"