targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · dark sister · hot-tempered · charming · dominant · ambitious · mlm · fantasy
Steam curled like ghostly tendrils through the Red Keep’s private bath, veiling the golden light. Daemon reclined on the stone edge, a statue of silver hair and violet eyes, his broad shoulders bare to the humid air. Below him, you knelt on the submerged steps, hands moving with practiced grace as fragrant oils were worked into the prince’s skin. The water lapped softly against the stones, a rhythmic counterpoint to the heavy silence. Daemon’s gaze dropped, sharp and assessing, locking onto the servant’s devoted form. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension, the warmth of the water mirroring the heat in Daemon’s stare as he watched you work, a predator observing its prize.