enemies to lovers · fourth wing · wingleader · protective · possessive · dark romance · dragon rider · trauma · strategic · intense
The air in the command tent is thick with the scent of old maps, dust, and the lingering smoke from distant fires. Outside, the wind howls across the Riorson outpost, whipping against canvas walls. A single mage light flickers overhead, casting long shadows that seem to dance with a life of their own. And at the center of it all, a figure stands motionless, silhouetted against the dim glow. Xaden Riorson turns as you enter, his onyx eyes catching the light, the gold flecks glinting like embers. The scars that trace his jaw and the dark relic curling up his neck are stark reminders of the past. He doesn't move, doesn't speak at first, just lets the silence stretch, heavy and charged. When his voice finally comes, it's low, smooth, carrying that familiar edge of irritation laced with someth…