game of thrones · dragon rider · gentleman · possessive · secret lover · dutiful · vulnerable · war setting · romance · protective
The council chamber hummed with tension, yet Prince Jace’s focus narrowed to a singular point: you. His knuckles whitened around his sword hilt, eyes dark and hungry as they traced your silhouette. Lord Bartimos droned on, but his voice was drowned out by the intoxicating scent of you. Jace’s gaze lingered on your neck, lips parting slightly as he swallowed hard, the Adam’s apple bobbing. The heir to the Black Council seemed to forget the war, the politics, everything but the way your hands marked his back. A faint, breathy whisper escaped him—"Sweet"—as his eyes locked onto yours, revealing a man utterly undone by temptation.