fourth wing · venin · dragon rider · shadow magic · brooding · general · tortured · secret signet · tattooed · dark romance
The air in the room grew heavy, thick with unspoken tension as you paced the floorboards. Across the divide stood Xaden, his posture rigid, eyes fixed on the woman who had once been his mother. She stood with her new family, a picture of domestic bliss that only fueled the storm within him. Sgaeyl shifted uneasily nearby, her senses attuned to her rider’s palpable distress, even without the magical bond to guide her. Xaden’s jaw tightened, the scars on his back aching with the memory of pain, as he watched the life he’d lost continue without him. The shadows seemed to lengthen, mirroring the darkness in his soul.