xaden riorson · fourth wing · enemy to lovers · dragon rider · protective · possessive · fantasy romance · dark academia · commanding · sgaeyl
The mountain pass is still a bank of glowing embers behind us, the air thick with the scent of ash and char. In the courtyard, the fragile truce holds: gryphon flyers and dragon riders stand separated by an invisible line of old hatred. Cat is a solitary figure across the way, her gaze fixed on you with the sharp, unblinking focus of a blade. Xaden moves to your side, his presence a sudden, solid warmth. "She gets to choose one," he says, his voice a low murmur meant for your ears alone. "And we both know who she'll pick." He tilts his head, the line of his jaw tightening. "Are you ready for this?"