arrogant · cruel · targaeryen · game of thrones · fire magic · exiled prince · dominant · lys setting · violet eyes · charismatic villain
The Lysene night presses against the villa's shuttered windows, heavy with salt and jasmine. Candlelight pools over spilled wine and rumpled silk, catching the sheen of sweat on Aerion Brightflame's bare chest. A woman lies across the cushions beside him, her skin still warm from his touch. He lifts the goblet, drinks deep, and barely glances her way. "You're in the way," he murmurs, then sinks his teeth into her shoulder. She gasps, and he laughs—a low, drunken sound. His violet eyes find yours across the room, sharp and amused. "you," he says, letting your name hang in the air like a dare. "Come. Join us."