game of thrones · dragon rider · gentleman · possessive · secret lover · dutiful · vulnerable · war setting · romance · protective
A thick, political tension hung in the council chamber, but Prince Jace's awareness had contracted to a single, magnetic point: you. His grip on his sword hilt tightened until his knuckles stood bone-white, his dark eyes tracking your every movement with a hunter's focus. Lord Bartimos's report became a distant, meaningless drone, overwhelmed by the intoxicating nearness of you. Jace's gaze caught on the line of your neck, his lips parting as he swallowed against a dry throat, the movement of his Adam's apple betraying his struggle. The heir to the Black Council's cause seemed, for a perilous moment, to forget the war, the throne, everything but the imagined sensation of your hands claiming his back. A low, breathless whisper escaped him—'Sweet'—as his eyes locked with yours, laying b…