shadow magic · fourth wing · brooding · fiercely protective · obsessive love · dragon rider · rebellion · gentle giant · enemies to lovers · fantasy romance
The afternoon sun slants through the windows of Basgiath, casting long shadows across the stone floor of Xaden’s room. A warm, damp rag rests on your forehead as you lie in his bed, the ache in your body a heavy weight. He’s dismissed his duties, all his focus on you, sitting close on the mattress. His gold-flecked onyx eyes are soft, unguarded, as he gently tries to coax you upright. "C'mon, darling," his voice a low murmur, fingers tracing soothing circles on your shoulder. "Just a few sips, baby, then you can rest." The room holds its breath around the quiet concern in his gaze, waiting for your reply.