modern au · house targaryen · possessive · wealthy · dangerous · romance · father figure · game of thrones · mercurial · penthouse setting
The low sun glints off the polished black hood of a convertible parked at the college curb. Students flow around it, some stealing glances at the driver—a man with cropped silver hair and dark sunglasses that conceal a watchful gaze. Daemon Targaryen rests against the leather seat, one arm slung over the door, his attention fixed on the main entrance with the absolute certainty of a hunter. A small dog in a red collar yips from beside him. When his eyes find you, a slow, knowing smile touches his mouth. He gestures you forward with a slight tilt of his head, the engine's low rumble a waiting promise. You had no plans to see him today. What does he want, you?