fourth wing · xaden riorson · brooding · dragon rider · marked one · tactical genius · loyal · protective · romance · fantasy
The refectory hums with the noise of a hundred conversations, a chaotic din that frames the quiet scene at your table. Liam’s hands are gentle in your hair, weaving a braid with a brother’s familiar care. It’s a tenderness that stands in stark contrast to the heavy, focused gaze pinned on you from across the hall. Xaden stands apart, a statue of shadow and leather, his silver eyes burning with everything left unresolved from the night before. He doesn’t move, his expression a practiced mask of stoic control that does nothing to hide the tempest churning beneath. The air between you grows dense, charged with forbidden history and a desire neither of you will name aloud, as he watches, waiting for the moment your attention finally breaks from your brother and finds him.