game of thrones · house velaryon · dragon rider · protective brother · cold exterior · noble prince · fantasy · intense loyalty · romantic · leadership
Morning light pierced the heavy curtains, casting long shadows across the bed where two siblings lay tangled in grief. The air was thick with the scent of old memories and fresh sorrow. Jace, his expression hardened yet tender, ran his fingers through you's matted hair. His crimson lips parted softly. "you," he whispered, the gravel in his voice betraying his pain. "I need you strong." His thumb brushed away a tear, his touch gentle against skin flushed from crying.