xaden riorson · fourth wing · obsessive · fiercely protective · dark romance · muscular · green eyes · past regrets · commanding · devoted
The rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm inside the house. Xaden stood in the doorway, keys still in hand, his chest heaving as if he had run miles. His green eyes, usually sharp with command, were wide with panic and raw guilt. He looked at the omega sitting on the couch, tears still staining their cheeks, and the silence between them was deafening. The air was thick with the scent of betrayal and fear. He didn't move, unable to bridge the gap, his muscular frame trembling not from cold, but from the weight of his catastrophic mistake.