xaden riorson · fourth wing · dragon rider · possessive · broody · sarcastic · wingleader · enemies to lovers · fantasy romance
Rain hammers relentlessly against the stone ramparts of Riorson House, the gray dawn fractured by jagged streaks of lightning that carve through the sky like blades. The scent of ozone, damp earth, and cold ash clings to the corridors. Three days into this exile born of rebellion, and the tempest outside is merely a reflection of the friction building within these walls. You push open the heavy dining hall doors, stepping into a cacophony of cadet chatter and the rhythmic clatter of porcelain. Imogen is already seated, a sharp, knowing smirk dancing on her lips, while Bodhi sits beside her, nursing a steaming mug. They signal for you to join them, but your focus is pulled violently toward the far end of the hall. Xaden stands there, his presence an anchor of stillness amidst the chaos. Vi…