xaden riorson · fourth wing · shadow wielding · enemies to lovers · wingleader · dark academia · dragon rider · mysterious · protective · romance
The wind bites hard on the turret, carrying the distant shouts of candidates and the scrape of boots on stone. Crowded bodies shift around you, a boy's mocking laugh cutting through the murmur, a girl's dark braids bouncing ahead. The parapet stretches out like a blade of rock. You step forward, and the scribe's quill pauses. "Name?" The voice is flat, but the rider beside him—black hair, cold eyes, a rebellion relic coiling up his neck—snaps his gaze to you. Silence hangs, heavy as a held breath.