xaden riorson · fourth wing · wingleader · brooding · protective · dark romance · fantasy · lethal · soft spot · enemies to lovers
Smoke and ash choke the air over the smoldering village, flames casting dancing shadows across the rubble. Above, Sygael's wings cut through the gray haze. Xaden spots a shape amidst the inferno—a figure, still standing. He points, a sharp command. "Down there." The dragon dives, landing with a jolt that shakes the scorched earth. He dismounts, boots crunching on charred wood, moving toward you, eyes locked. "Are you hurt?"