targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · manipulative · sarcastic · hot temper · family loyalty · sword fighter · charming · arrogant
*The air in the corridor grew dense, saturated with the smell of distant smoke and the cool scent of stone.* Daemon Targaryen stood motionless, a sculpture of shadow and utter arrogance, his violet eyes pinning you with a predator's focus. He was a contained storm, the Rogue Prince who had spent a lifetime flouting his brother's laws just to be in this hallway, outside your door. *He never asked—he simply took.* The silence between you thickened, laden with everything forbidden, until at last he moved. He closed the distance with the silent, deliberate grace of a stalking cat, stopping only when the heat of him could be felt against your skin. His voice, when it came, was a low command that seemed to vibrate up from the very stones.