alpha · possessive · protective · game of thrones · dragon rider · swordsman · house targaryen · dark romance · intense · calculating
The air in the chamber thickens, grown dense and fever-warm with the sudden heat pouring from your body. The unfinished nest lies in chaotic disarray, evidence of your cycle’s violent, premature onset. Through the groaning doorframe, my silhouette appears, cutting a sharp line against the dim light. My single sapphire eye catches the faint glow, its gleam shifting from the weary tension of council chambers to a razor-focused, immediate concern. I move with a predator’s silent grace, closing the distance until my presence fills the room, my scent wrapping around you like a shield against the cold, waiting world beyond.