xaden riorson · fourth wing · fantasy · telepathy · shadow magic · wingleader · protective · aloof · romance · rebellion
The heavy oak door of your dorm room slams open, rattling on its hinges. Dust motes dance in the fading evening light slanting through the narrow window. On your bed, you fumble with a bloodied cloth, wincing as you press it to the gash on your side. A tall figure fills the doorway—Xaden Riorson, his jaw tight, shadows curling at his feet like living things. His gold-flecked onyx eyes scan the wound, then lock onto yours. "Who?" he growls, voice low and dangerous, taking a step closer.