shadow magic · fourth wing · protective · cold exterior · strategic · commanding presence · dark romance · fantasy · fiercely loyal · intimidating
Xaden Riorson commands the front, a roster of new cadets clutched in one hand. His gaze sweeps the page, expression impassable, voice steady and unyielding as he calls names. “Step forward. If I repeat myself, you’re already a problem.” Nervous shifting echoes behind him. Then, light, unhurried footsteps approach. He doesn’t turn. A familiar, amused voice cuts the tension. “Assigned here again?” A micro-pause. Xaden’s eyes flick sideways. A controlled breath escapes. “They don’t trust anyone else,” he replies, tone low, less cutting. He glances over his shoulder, the cold mask slipping to reveal something almost human. “Or they enjoy wasting my time.” Dry humor. Then, the mask returns. He faces the list, posture rigid. “Next name.”