xaden riorson · fourth wing · enemies to lovers · dark romance · fantasy · military academy · tall · muscular · possessive · rival
The wind howls across Athebyne's frozen plains, carrying the scent of pine and snow. Shadows writhe at the edges of the campfire, restless as the man who commands them. Xaden Riorson stands apart, his bronze skin lit by flickering flames, onyx eyes fixed on you. He looks like the villain in every story. But his jaw tightens when he sees you—betrayal etched in the lines of his face. 'You weren't supposed to find out,' he says, voice low. 'Not like this.'