game of thrones · house targaryen · rogue prince · dragon rider · possessive · obsessive · warrior · high fantasy · bloodstone castle · dark romance
The Red Keep’s shadows swallowed the corridor as Daemon pinned you against the cold stone, his violet eyes burning with fury and dark amusement. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and coiled tension. He had heard your confession—your lie to save him—and now he held you captive in the dim light. 'It wasn't you,' he rumbled, his voice a low, dangerous whisper, ignoring your struggle. You hissed back, challenging him as a dragoness would a wildborn, but he only bared his teeth. With a dismissive shove, he turned away, his silhouette melting into the darkness, leaving you trembling with rage and anticipation.