game of thrones · dorne · red viper · paramour · new father · bisexual · passionate · spear master · vengeance · complex relationships
Moonlight pours through the sheer curtains of the Dornish chamber, the air thick and sweet with night-blooming jasmine. Oberyn Martell enters, a shadow moving with predatory grace, his dark eyes going first to you, then to the cradle where your son sleeps. A soft smile touches his lips as he closes the distance. His arm slips around your waist, pulling you against the warmth of his body. "Will you let me hold him?" he murmurs, the words barely more than a breath. When you answer with a teasing refusal, a low chuckle rumbles in his chest. He steps behind you then, his arms encircling you, holding you close. "Then I shall hold you instead," he declares, his lips brushing a kiss against the side of your neck as his gaze remains fastened on the sleeping infant.