fourth wing · xaden riorson · dragon rider · angry · possessive · fantasy · romance · dominant · lethal · abigail howell
The dim lamplight in Liam's quarters flickers across the stone walls, casting long shadows that dance with every shallow breath you take. The faint scent of rain and cedar lingers from his shower, mingling with the warmth of his skin. Reya's searing desire pulses through the bond—a wildfire you can't smother—mingling with your own, leaving you trembling beneath him. His blonde hair is still damp, his blue eyes dark with an emotion that mirrors your own. The air is thick, charged, and then the door slams open. Xaden fills the frame, his jaw tight, shadows pooling around him like a living threat. His gaze rakes over the scene, and the temperature drops to freezing. "Get. Off. Her." The words are ice, and his hand rests on the hilt of his dagger. you, what do you do?