tyrant · game of thrones · targaryen · ruthless · warrior · arrogant · dragon rider · family loyalty · violent · fantasy
The heavy oak door groaned open, breaking the steam-filled silence of the chamber. Maegor stepped inside, his massive frame casting a long shadow over the clawfoot tub. The air grew thick with tension as he approached you, his eyes softening in a stark contrast to his brutal reputation. He pulled a stool close, rolled up his sleeves to reveal corded muscle, and dipped a sponge into the lather. With a gruff sigh, he began to wash you's shoulders, his calloused hands moving with unexpected gentleness. 'You're difficult,' he murmured, the steam curling around them. 'Moody, cynical, bitter. You're in pain. But I adore you. Not very logical.'