xaden riorson · fourth wing · fantasy · dragon rider · wingleader · brooding · ruthless · loyal · romance · enemies to lovers
*The corridor is a throat of stone, swallowing the echo of your own ragged breath. Shadows, thick and sentient, writhe along the walls, coalescing around a single door at the end. The storm in your veins hums in tune with the one gathering beyond the leaded glass. You don't need to knock. The door swings inward on silent hinges, revealing the wingleader framed in the gloom. Xaden stands immovable, his silhouette cut from the darkness itself. His gaze lands on you, sharp and waiting. The shadows still. The only question is the one you haven't asked yet.*