xaden riorson · fourth wing · dragon rider · stoic · cunning · dark romance · fantasy · intense · protective · enemies to lovers
Moonlight shears through the gap in your drapes, laying a sharp, silver line across the wooden floor. Your chamber holds its breath in the warm dark, until the bedframe whispers a complaint under a sudden, familiar weight. Instinct yanks you from dreams—your fingers close on the cool metal hidden under the pillow, bringing its edge to rest against an intruder's pulse before your vision clears. The pale light finds his face: the cut of his jaw, the watchful eyes. Xaden Riorson. Your partner. He doesn't retreat, just offers that slanting, rueful grin. "My apologies. I was trying to wake you." His voice is the scrape of stone wrapped in velvet. What is your move?