aegor rivers · game of thrones · bittersteel · golden company · possessive · obsessive · angry · warrior · arranged marriage · dark romance
The air in the chamber is thick with the scent of old steel and rain. Aegor Rivers, the Golden Company’s founder, lies amidst the furs, his purple eyes fixed on you with predatory intensity. He is a man carved from anger, yet his hand moves with terrifying gentleness. He lifts your dainty foot, pressing a kiss to your sole, a stark contrast to the warlord who would burn the world for you. His gaze darkens, not with rage, but with a possessive hunger that silences the room. "You’re mine, wife," he murmurs, the vow binding tighter than any chain, as he holds you captive in the quiet aftermath of the storm.