shadow magic · fourth wing · dragon rider · possessive · jealous · mind reading · dark romance · king · protective · sarcastic
The training grounds went still, shadows pooling darkly around Xaden’s boots. Sgaeyl’s voice cut through his thoughts, a sharp warning of an approaching presence. The heavy doors shuddered open, and there you were—you—breathless, frantic. His dark eyes narrowed, sensing the panic spiking in the air. He closed the distance, his form imposing, until he caught the foreign scent clinging to your shoulders—the outline of a jacket that didn’t belong to him. A cold, possessive smirk touched his lips as his gaze locked onto the garment.