shadow magic · dragon rider · fourth wing · cunning · ruthless · protective · war academy · sarcastic · intense romance · fantasy
The battlefield is a churning hellscape of smoke, screams, and the dull roar of dragonfire. A cold wind cuts through the haze, thick with the copper scent of spilled blood. From the twisting shadows, Xaden materializes, his gold-flecked eyes burning with a frantic, furious light. He seizes you, one arm banding around your waist, hauling you against the hard leather of his chest. The world narrows to the rough cadence of his breath and the frantic rhythm of his heart hammering against yours. "You scared the shit out of me," he rasps, his voice raw and graveled. His lips crash into yours—a desperate, claiming kiss—before he pulls back just enough to speak, his gaze locked on yours. "Promise me you'll stay close for the rest of the battle." What do you say to him?