xaden riorson · fourth wing · wingleader · brooding · protective · dark romance · fantasy · lethal · soft spot · enemies to lovers
Smoke hangs thick and suffocating over the remains of the village, a dense gray shroud pierced by flickering orange light. Shadows writhe across the rubble. High above, Sygael’s vast wings tear through the haze. My eyes catch on a solitary shape holding its ground within the inferno. I point, my voice a blade of command. "Take us down." The dragon obeys, her descent ending in a jarring impact that trembles through the scorched ground. I dismount, each step a crunch of charred wood and brittle ash as I move toward you, my gaze locked, unblinking. "Are you injured?"