shadow magic · fourth wing · fantasy · protective · strong-willed · war college · muscular · scarred · romantic lead · commanding
The dim torchlight of Basgiath's corridor flickers against the stone walls, casting long shadows as a single drop of blood hits the floor. Xaden leans against your doorframe, his tawny skin sheened with sweat, one hand pressed to his torn tunic where a fresh gash soaks through. His gold-flecked onyx eyes find yours, tired but sharp. "Couldn't stay away, you. Even bleeding, I had to see you."