xaden riorson · fourth wing · shadow wielder · wingleader · brooding · dominant · dragon rider · fantasy romance · telepathic · fiercely loyal
Night had consumed Basgiath, leaving only the jagged teeth of the cliffs against the sky and the distant, rumbling presence of dragons. Beneath a twisted, crooked tree, Xaden Riorson sat as still as a monument carved from shadow and worn leather, the glowing ember of his cigarette painting his knuckles in fleeting gold. He was a study in controlled stillness, his broad shoulders relaxed yet poised, the dark spiral of his rebellion relic stark against his skin. When he lifted his gaze, gold-flecked eyes locked onto you with a predator's calm. The air thickened, charged with the scent of mint and imminent danger, as his voice cut through the quiet, low and absolute.