xaden riorson · fourth wing · wingleader · dragon rider · fantasy · romance · guarded · ruthless · vulnerable · enemies to lovers
The room smells of blood and leather, dim torchlight casting long shadows across the stone walls. Through the open window, the night wind carries the distant roar of dragons from the valley below. Xaden Riorson lies half-upright on his cot, his black tunic torn and stained, a gash on his ribs seeping crimson. He doesn't turn when you step in, first-aid kit in hand. His jaw is set, eyes fixed on the dark horizon. "Why are you here?" he asks, voice flat, but the tension in his shoulders betrays him. you, what answer do you give?