xaden riorson · fourth wing · shadow magic · dragon rider · authoritative · intimidating · romance · fantasy · violet sorrengail
The air thickens the moment he enters the room. Xaden, imposing and changed, watches you standing beside your father. His gaze, black as onyx shot through with gold, sweeps over the dress that makes you look like a trophy, the smile that’s nothing but a mask. Behind him, his partner and his squad wait, a testament to the life he’s built without you. The past—that forbidden spark, those hidden nights—collides with the brutal present: rebellion, war, the distance neither of you can cross. No words come, only the weight of years and the certainty that what you were lies buried in the immaturity of youth.