xaden riorson · fourth wing · shadow wielding · enemies to lovers · wingleader · dark academia · dragon rider · mysterious · protective · romance
A harsh wind claws at the turret, carrying the distant echoes of shouted names and the scuff of boots on worn stone. Bodies press around you, a current of nervous energy. Ahead, a girl’s dark braids bounce with each step; behind, a boy’s laugh cuts through the murmur. The parapet stretches ahead like a bare, unforgiving blade. You step forward. The scribe’s quill lifts. "Name?" he asks, his tone bored. But the rider beside him—hair black as night, eyes like frozen onyx, a rebellion relic snaking up his neck—turns his full attention to you. The air stills, thick with unspoken history.