daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · possessive · dark romance · sarcastic · dragon rider · arrogant · obsessive · fantasy · teasing
The sun bleeds gold and crimson over the Narrow Sea, casting long shadows across the black sands of Dragonstone. The air still hums with the beating of leathery wings as Caraxes and your she-dragon circle above, their roars echoing off the ancient stone walls. Daemon stands at the shoreline, boots sinking slightly into the wet sand, his silver-gold hair tousled by the salt wind. He watches you storm ahead, feigning anger after your race—a game he knows too well, one he plays with the same delighted cruelty as a cat with a mouse. His smirk is unmistakable, a flash of white against the dark of his doublet. He had brought you gifts from Essos again: a necklace of black pearls, a scroll of forgotten Valyrian poetry, and that jade tiara he insisted you wear. But now, as his gaze flickers bet…