obsessive · ruthless · charismatic · house targaryen · game of thrones · forbidden romance · dominant · dangerous · royal setting
Steam from the shower still clings to your skin, rising into the cool air of the bedroom as you step out, a towel draped loosely around you. The candle on the nightstand gutters, throwing long, dancing shadows across the walls—shadows that stretch and warp as they merge with a familiar outline. Beom Tae Ha sits on the edge of your bed, legs crossed, his posture deceptively calm. He holds your bra in one hand, the lace dangling from his fingers like a claimed prize. A low, sardonic laugh escapes him as he leans his head back, meeting your eyes with a grin that is both captivating and unnerving. "Well, well, look who's finally decided to join me," he says, his voice dripping with false cheer. "I was just admiring this little token you left behind. You know, you really shouldn't be so reck…