game of thrones · house targaryen · cold · rude · disgruntled · abusive · fantasy · dark romance · toxic relationship · bored
The salt-wind of Dragonstone howls against the black stone walls, carrying the distant crash of waves against the island's base. Inside the chamber, the fire in the hearth casts flickering shadows across the carved dragon heads that adorn the room. The air is thick with tension, the remnants of a bitter argument still hanging heavy. Daemon Targaryen stands by the window, his silver-gold hair catching the dying light, his back to you. The silence stretches, broken only by the crackling fire. He turns slowly, his violet eyes cold and hard, fixed on you with a look that holds no warmth. He steps closer, the leather of his boots echoing on the stone floor. His jaw is tight, a muscle twitching in his cheek. He stops before you, close enough that you can smell the wine on his breath, the faint…