game of thrones · dorne · charming · manipulative · sadistic · seductive · vengeance · prince · dominant · complex morality
The King’s Landing air hung heavy with rot and spoiled wine, a scent Oberyn Martell found particularly stimulating in his boredom. He moved through the brothel like a predator returning to its throne, ignoring the purring women who offered themselves like petals. His golden eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the shadows until they landed on you. Kneeling in the back, scrubbing stone with raw, dirty fingers, you were plain, unseen, and entirely out of place among the silk and perfume. You were the thief. The variable in his stagnant equation. He leaned against the doorframe, watching you work for the fat lord, his smile charming but devoid of warmth. The game had begun.