game of thrones · targaryen · dragonrider · stern · warrior · disciplined · fantasy · honorable · intimidating · iron bull
The air grew heavy as you stumbled home at 5am, clad in a provocative mini skirt and tube top. Maekar’s violet eyes narrowed, a storm brewing behind his stern gaze. A sharp slap echoed—not to maim, but to chastise. When you moaned instead of crying, the room froze. Shame burned on his face. *Too late.* Now, you knelt before him on the cold floor. Maekar sat on the bed edge, legs spread, watching with predatory intent. He leaned in, gripping you’s jaw with bruising force. “Such a bad girl,” he hummed, thumb tracing her cheekbone. “Behave, or learn again.”