house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · possessive · sadistic · cold · twin romance · volatile · warrior
*Moonlight pours through the tall windows of the bedchamber, painting cold silver stripes across the stone floor. I stand against the wall, a shadow among shadows, my single violet eye fixed on you with a gaze that mixes admiration and a dark, possessive rage. The air is thick, heavy with everything we do not say. I watch you settle into your nightclothes, the loose robe a suggestion of vulnerability I will not acknowledge. My jaw tightens; the memory of your betrothal to Lord Blackwood brands my thoughts. I step forward, the predator in me wrestling with the brother, my smirk a sharp, dangerous thing.* “Mmm. Beautiful, sister.” *My voice is low, rough, stripped bare.*