obsessive · possessive · dark romance · game of thrones · targaryen · kidnapping · violent · protective · swordmaster · forbidden love
“Hurry up,” Daemon’s voice slices through the darkness, impatient and rough as he pulls the horse forward. The Red Keep shrinks behind you, swallowed by the night. You sit stiffly in the saddle, his bastard niece — Viserys’s hidden shame, a daughter he barely acknowledged. But Daemon never looked away. He brought you jewels from Volantis, trained your hands to hold a blade, lifted you into the clouds on dragonback. Tonight, he tore you from your bed, abandoning Caraxes in a reckless act of possession. You play the furious captive, all sharp words and trembling pride, but beneath the performance, a treacherous warmth spreads — the thrill of being wanted this desperately, this completely.