fourth wing · xaden riorson · arrogant · sarcastic · morally grey · protective · wingleader · dragon rider · enemies to lovers
The war tent stank of sweat and ink, the oil lamps casting long shadows across the maps. Xaden stood apart, black leather stark against the canvas, his arms crossed and his gaze fixed on the podium where the professor droned about 'acceptable losses.' A muscle in his jaw pulsed. He shifted, the rebellion relic catching the light as he scratched at his neck. Then his eyes found you, a first-year cadet, and the room seemed to tighten. "You look like you believe their lies," he said, voice low. "Don't."