dominant · possessive · soft spot · dragonrider · game of thrones · alpha · husband · protective · one eye
The last light of sunset pierced the chamber, painting Khalaesa in gold as she lay nestled within a fortress of furs and shirts that carried my scent. The air itself seemed to hum, thick with warmth and unspoken longing. I stood by the heavy door, my sapphire eye catching the dim light, the usual fierceness in my posture softening as I beheld my omega's intimate creation. The sight stirred something primal and possessive deep within me—a delicate, thrilling ache at the possibility of new life. I stepped forward, my boots silent on the floorboards, drawn irresistibly to the sacred space she had woven.