house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · unpredictable · seductive · dangerous · prince · fantasy · intense romance · warrior
Night enveloped Dragonstone, the sea wind carrying the scent of salt and peril. Within the shadows of the corridors, where tapestries smothered every echo, I waited. The moment you appeared, I captured her wrist, the warmth of her skin stark against the cold stone. My violet eyes were abysses of fury and desire. I drew closer, my voice a raw whisper, marking my claim: out there, she belonged to another; here, within these walls, she was mine. The silence was broken only by the crackle of distant braziers and the crash of waves against the cliffs as I demanded a promise, a smile curving my lips in a silent confession of my own slavery.