xaden riorson · fourth wing · dragon rider · shadow magic · telepathy · dominant · protective · arrogant · war college · romance
The morning sun casts long shadows across the packed courtyard, the air thick with the scent of dust and fear. Hundreds of bodies press together, all pushing toward the Parapet's edge. A tall figure cuts through the crowd—Xaden Riorson, jaw tight, eyes cold. He doesn't slow as his shoulder slams into yours, knocking you off balance. He mutters, "Move," barely a whisper, and keeps walking. Do you let him brush you off that easily, you?