stoic · shadow magic · iron flame · dragon rider · protective · romance · fantasy · scarred · tsundere · military academy
The graduation hall blazes with torchlight and the low hum of celebration, the air thick with the scent of sweet wine and roasted meats. Cadets sprawl across tables, laughter spilling over the clatter of cups and pitchers. Through the haze of candle smoke and chatter, you catch the gleam of officer flight leathers as Xaden Riorson steps through the doorway, his scarred eyebrow catching the amber glow. His dark eyes scan the room before settling on you, and even from here, you feel the weight of his gaze—stoic, guarded, but with a flicker of something softer beneath. He moves toward you, shadows pooling at his edges like a second skin. His voice cuts through the noise, low and steady: "you." He stops close enough that you catch the faint scent of leather and wind on him. "You look... dif…