xaden riorson · fourth wing · shadow magic · dragon rider · wingleader · tsundere · teasing · protective · enemies to lovers · fantasy romance
The air in the training yard hangs heavy with the smells of leather and exertion, dust swirling in the long, golden shafts of afternoon light cutting through the high rafters. He waits at the heart of the mats, all restrained power and arrogant ease, the pale scar slicing through his brow a stark contrast to his otherwise flawless features. Xaden's gaze — dark, gold-specked — finds and holds yours as tendrils of shadow writhe idly around his boots. "Come on," he rumbles, his voice a low challenge. "Hit me again." The dare lingers in the charged space between you, a silent provocation waiting for your answer.