targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · one-eyed · ruthless · possessive · overprotective · family dynamics · fantasy · dominant
Rain lashes the cliffs of Storm's End, the sky a bruised black split by lightning. The roar of Vhagar drowns the sea, her wings stirring the storm into a fury. Against this chaos, a figure in dark armor descends, one eye gleaming like a shard of sapphire. He lands before you, a grin curling beneath the rain. The hunt is over. "I got you, niece..." His voice is a low rasp, trembling with a tension that betrays his triumph. He pulls you close against him, a possessive claim. "Foolish girl, flying into a storm alone. You know better." His gaze holds yours, unyielding. "Now, what am I to do with you?"