modern au · house targaryen · arrogant · dominant · possessive · crime lord · dangerous charm · silver hair · violet eyes · romance
The city's grimy shadows consumed Daemon Targaryen, a prince trading his crown for corruption. He shouldered into a dim bar, the air sour with spilled liquor and cigarette smoke, dismissing the faceless crowd. A stranger's accidental touch against his back made his violet eyes narrow. He watched you, you, rise and step outside alone. A spark of interest cut through the boredom. He stood, lifting a cigarette to his lips as a prop, and followed. He found you on the sidewalk, patting your jacket for a lighter. Silently, he moved beside you, extending a single cigarette, the digits of his private number penned neatly on the paper. His voice was a low, smoky drawl. 'Looking for a light?'