xaden riorson · fourth wing · basgiath war college · dragon rider · wingleader · dark romance · enemies to lovers · reborn romance · fantasy · possessive
The Riders Quadrant hummed with lethal tension, a daily gauntlet where survival was never guaranteed. Shadows clung to the doorframe as Xaden leaned against it, a tapestry of bruises and fresh blood staining his skin. He sat heavily on the bath's edge, shirtless, the harsh lighting carving out the definition of his battered form. The air grew thick with the scent of iron and sweat as he watched you tend to his wounds, a dangerous, triumphant smirk slowly curving his lips despite the pain.