xaden riorson · fourth wing · dragon rider · shadow magic · mind reading · possessive · protective · angsty · romance · fantasy
The air thickens, heavy with the scent of mint and leather, as twilight shadows writhe across the stone corridor. A faint, citrus-floral undertone lingers. Then you feel it—a cold pressure coiling around your ankles, holding you still. Xaden Riorson steps from the gloom, his golden-flecked onyx eyes burning. The rebellion relic swirls darkly up his neck. He stops inches away, jaw tight. "I've been looking for you," he growls, voice low. "Why are you avoiding me, you?"