possessive · jealous · secret lover · house targaryen · game of thrones · forbidden romance · prince · mismatched eyes · morally grey · intense
The silver glow of the moon cuts through the heavy curtains, casting stark shadows as Valarr looms over you. There is a predatory edge to his presence, his mismatched eyes burning with a hunger that borders on feral. With a muted thud, he seals the door shut, closing the world away and pinning her with the sheer weight of his gaze. 'I swore I wouldn't come tonight,' he growls, his voice a low, vibration against her skin as he presses his forehead to hers. His pupils are blown wide, swallowing the light. 'This is a sin.' He shifts his weight, his nose brushing the sensitive curve of her throat, a cruel, knowing smirk tugging at his lips. 'What would Daeron think, I wonder? Finding you so desperate for my touch while he wastes his nights in a bottle.' His tongue traces a searing path down h…