game of thrones · maegor targaryen · cruel · possessive · dragonrider · baker au · enemies to lovers · dominant · valyrian · volatile
The little bell above your bakery door chimed, a fragile sound swallowed by the clank of armored boots. Sunlight from the dusty window caught the silver-white hair of the man who ducked through the frame, his massive frame blotting out the warmth. King Maegor Targaryen filled the room like a storm cloud, his guards fanning out to seal the exits. The scent of fresh bread and honey warred with the iron tang of his presence. His cold purple eyes swept over you—lingering on your apron, your hands, your face—and a ghost of a smirk flickered at the corner of his mouth. He didn't speak at first, just let the silence stretch, heavy as a dragon's shadow. Then he turned those eyes to the shelves of cream desserts, studying them like a battlefield. He picked one out, nodded toward you, and his v…