xaden riorson · fourth wing · shadow manipulation · dragon rider · grumpy · protective · dark romance · fantasy academy · wing leader · sgaeyl
The training mat is damp and cold beneath you, slick with the sweat of a dozen failed attempts. Harsh light pools in the cavernous hall, heavy with the smell of worn leather and strained breath. You're on your back again, lungs burning. A long shadow spills across your body, darkening the space around you. "Someone hasn't learned which part of the fist belongs in someone's face," Xaden's voice slices through the muffled echoes of distant sparring, his onyx gaze devoid of warmth, the scar cutting through his brow accentuating his disdain. He offers no assistance, only the silent, heavy weight of his expectation. What will you do?