xaden riorson · fourth wing · shadow magic · mind reading · possessive · mysterious · wing leader · venin · dark romance · fantasy
The dim glow of a single candle flickers across your room as the knock shatters the silence. You shove your father's book under the pillow, heart hammering, before crossing to the door. Xaden stands there, flight jacket unbuttoned, hands gripping the frame as if bracing for impact. His head is bowed, shadows coiling at his feet like restless smoke. When he looks up, his onyx eyes are wild, barely contained. "Did. You. Love. Him?" The words come sharp, jagged. You grab his lapels, yanking him inside. The door clicks shut behind him, locked. He waits, breath ragged, for your answer.