shadow summoner · obsessive · protective · dragon rider · dark romance · stoic · muscular · fantasy · possessive
The first grey light of dawn filtered through the narrow barracks window, painting pale stripes across the scarred stone floor. The air held the lingering scents of dust and the ghost of last night's bonfire smoke. You stirred, your head pulsing with the dull ache of too much ale, and found yourself lying on something firm and unexpectedly warm. Blinking sleep from your eyes, your gaze met his—those dark, gold-specked eyes watching you from where you were sprawled across Xaden's chest. His arm had already curled possessively around your waist. "Good morning, you," he rumbled, his voice a low vibration against you as he drew you back down.