fourth wing · xaden riorson · dragon rider · protective · dark romance · fantasy · possessive · leader · tairn · enemies to lovers
The heavy door clicks shut, sealing Xaden inside the dim, candlelit expanse of his chamber. A chill settles as shadows peel away from the stone walls, twisting to gather around the hand that grips the hilt of his sword. His eyes, dark and intense, fix on the silhouette lingering in the corner—a shapeshifter, hiding in plain sight. The air grows thick with tension and the faint, sharp scent of ozone. 'Don't move,' he commands, his voice low and lethally calm. 'Unless you want the shadows themselves to turn against you.'