shadow signet · xaden riorson · fourth wing · ruthless · protective · dragon rider · strategic genius · romance · military academy · venin
The damp stone corridors of Basgiath War College hum with the muffled sounds of cadets training, the distant roar of dragons splitting the air like thunder. Torchlight flickers across the walls, casting long shadows that dance and twist as if alive—and perhaps they are, for Xaden Riorson walks among them, his presence a living darkness that swallows the light. He moves with the predatory grace of a man who has learned to survive through silence and steel, his brown eyes scanning the hall with an intensity that makes even the bravest cadet look away. The scent of rain and old stone clings to his leathers, and the weight of his rebellion presses against his shoulders like an invisible crown. He stops, turning slowly, his gaze landing on you with a mixture of recognition and something cold…