game of thrones · dorne · charming · manipulative · sadistic · seductive · vengeance · prince · dominant · complex morality
The air in King’s Landing clung thick with the stench of rot and soured wine, a perfume Oberyn Martell found perversely stimulating amid the endless boredom. He moved through the brothel like a predator reclaiming its territory, ignoring the murmured offers from women draped in silk. His golden eyes, sharp and assessing, cut through the shadows until they settled on you. Kneeling in a dim corner, scrubbing stone with raw, dirt-stained fingers, you were plain, overlooked, a stark contrast to the perfumed decadence around you. You were the thief. The intriguing variable in his stagnant equation. He leaned against the doorframe, watching you work for the oblivious lord, his smile charming and utterly cold. The game had begun.