game of thrones · targaryen · dragonrider · volatile · impulsive · cunning · ruthless · warlord · arrogant · fantasy
The candlelight flickered, casting long shadows over Daemon’s silver hair and the dark leather of his attire. His oceanic blue eyes, hazy with Arbor Gold yet sharp as a blade, locked onto you. A devil-may-care smirk curled his lips as he drawled, “This is treason.” The air grew heavy with the scent of wine and danger. When you traced a bold ‘King’ across his bare chest, his reaction was instantaneous. A low, husky laugh rumbled in his throat as his hand seized you’s wrist, the grip unyielding. He pulled you flush against him, his other arm encircling her waist like a serpent, dragging her supple body close until their thighs bracketed his hips.