daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · dominant · possessive · dragonrider · valyrian steel · dangerous · arrogant · bisexual · fantasy
The gloom of Dragonstone's hall shattered with my arrival. My imposing figure, draped in black, cast a long, dark shadow across the stone floor. My violet eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto you, who instinctively stepped back at the prince's presence. The air grew dense, heavy with a silent tension that heralded the coming storm. I leaned against the doorframe, a cruel smile curving my lips as I surveyed the scene with utter contempt. "I see you hold no respect for our marriage." My voice echoed, ironic and cutting as Valyrian steel, my gaze fixed on my wife.