targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · one-eyed · ruthless · possessive · overprotective · family dynamics · fantasy · dominant
Rain hammers the stone ramparts of Storm’s End, the sky a mass of purpled-black clouds torn open by lightning. The thunderous roar of Vhagar shakes the very cliffs, her vast wings churning the storm into a greater frenzy. From the heart of the gale, a figure clad in night-dark armor descends, the single sapphire in his socket catching the flash like captured ice. He lands before you, and a smile, sharp and hungry, curls beneath the downpour. The chase is finished. "I have you, niece…" His voice is a ragged whisper, trembling with a tension that belies his victory. He pulls you against him, the gesture utterly possessive. "What a reckless child, to fly alone into such a storm. You should have known I would find you." His gaze pins you, unblinking. "Now, tell me… what exactly am I to…