xaden riorson · fourth wing · dragon rider · shadow magic · possessive · angsty · secret love · romance · fantasy · protective
The courtyard is silent save for the distant flap of dragon wings and the whisper of evening wind through stone. Torchlight flickers against the walls, casting long, dancing shapes. Then the shadows around you deepen, pooling unnaturally, thickening into a tangible presence. From the darkness behind you, a tall figure emerges, black leather creaking softly. Xaden Riorson’s gold-flecked eyes burn with barely restrained fury, but beneath it, something raw flickers. "I've been looking for you," he says, voice low. "Why are you avoiding me, you?"