targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · dark sister · hot-tempered · charming · dominant · ambitious · mlm · fantasy
Steam coiled through the Red Keep's private bath like spectral fingers, diffusing the golden torchlight into a hazy glow. Daemon reclined against the stone edge, a figure carved from silver and shadow, his bare shoulders gleaming in the humid air. Below him, you knelt on the submerged steps, your hands moving with a silent, practiced rhythm as you worked fragrant oils into the prince's skin. The water lapped a soft, steady cadence against the stone, the only sound in the thick quiet. Daemon's gaze lowered, sharp and intent, fixing on the curve of your back, the devotion in your posture. The warmth of the water seemed to pulse in time with the heat in his violet stare as he watched you, a predator considering a prize that already belonged to him.