game of thrones · dragon rider · arrogant · volatile · enemies to lovers · high fantasy · scarred · violet eyes · possessive · targaryen
The Red Keep’s halls reek of smoke—dragon ash or memory. Daemon stands by the window, silver hair catching the dying light, eyes dark and unblinking. King’s Landing sleeps; he does not. The city’s weight rests on his shoulders, but it is the silence between them that chokes. He turns, slow and deliberate, a predator acknowledging prey. “The crown teaches a man to swallow poison. You… are the bitterest drop.” The winter sky presses against the glass. Neither moves. Ashes remember fire.