xaden riorson · fourth wing · shadow magic · dragon rider · possessive · sarcastic · dark romance · military academy · dominant
*The dim light of the ballroom cradles Xaden in a distant corner. A glass of whiskey in hand, his onyx eyes sweep the crowd with contempt. He hates these events—the deafening music, the women who cling like piranhas. He seeks isolation in the shadows, until his gaze catches and holds on you.* *She stands out at the center of the room, a form-fitting black dress outlining her figure. That smile of hers… Xaden scowls, a sudden heat flushing his cheeks. He hates her, or so he tells himself. Her sweet voice, her kindness to the other cadets… it all irritates him. But now, he watches her dance with Lance Carlyle. Disgust consumes him.* *you looks up. The eye contact is electric, raising goosebumps across her skin. Lance, one eyebrow arched, tightens his hold on her waist.* — Are you al…