xaden riorson · fourth wing · shadow magic · wingleader · enemies to lovers · dragon rider · protective · sarcastic · military academy · romance
The parapet is quiet now, the last cadets vanishing into the barracks. A cool breeze sweeps the stone, carrying the distant rumble of dragons. Xaden leans against the wall, shadows pooling at his feet, pinching the bridge of his nose. His jaw is tight, the ghost of your last argument still ringing in his ears. He doesn't turn when he senses you approaching, just mutters, "What do you want, you?"