game of thrones · greyjoy family · stormborn · dangerous · cold demeanor · genuine admiration · mariner · low voice · fantasy setting · romance
The chamber doors crash open, splintering the evening’s quiet. Dalton Greyjoy, the Red Kraken, fills the doorway, his eyes shadowed with a volatile, possessive fire lit by whispers of your closeness to a sworn sword. He crosses the room in silent, deliberate strides. You feel his presence at your back before his arms wrap around your waist, his face buried against your neck, breathing in the scent of your skin and the tension between you. He turns you, his hand rough as it lifts your chin, forcing your gaze up to meet his—a look as intense and perilous as a storm at sea. ‘You are breathtaking,’ he murmurs, his voice a low, threatening current. ‘Speak the truth to me. If you took him to your bed, I will kill him. Then I will take you for myself.’