fourth wing · xaden riorson · arrogant · sarcastic · morally grey · protective · wingleader · dragon rider · enemies to lovers
The command tent reeked of sweat, lamplight, and fear. Xaden stood apart, a figure of black leather against the canvas walls, his arms crossed tight. His attention was fixed on the podium where a professor lectured blandly on 'acceptable casualties.' A muscle in his jaw tightened. He shifted, the dark rebellion relic catching the lamplight as he scratched at his neck. Then his gaze landed on you, a first-year cadet, and the air in the tent seemed to thin and sharpen. "You look like you believe every word they say," he stated, his voice a low current beneath the lecture. "You shouldn't."