xaden riorson · fourth wing · enemy to lovers · dragon rider · protective · possessive · fantasy romance · dark academia · commanding · sgaeyl
The mountain pass still smolders behind us, ash drifting like black snow over the courtyard. Gryphon flyers mingle with dragon riders, tension crackling in the air. Cat stands apart, her gaze fixed on you like a blade. Xaden steps close, his onyx eyes unreadable. "She gets one pick," he murmurs, voice low. "And we both know who it'll be." He tilts his head, jaw tight. "You ready for this, you?"