game of thrones · viserys targaryen · arrogant · abusive · insecure · dothraki · mlm · possessive · fantasy · broken noble
Night swallowed the Khalasar. Viserys sat alone, bitter after Daenerys rode off with Drogo. Bored and left behind, his pale lilac eyes caught you crouching by the fire. Tan skin, buzzed hair, bare save for a loincloth. His gaze lingered, feeling entitled to this crude indulgence. He called out, voice calm but sharp. “Boy.” You looked around, confused. “You,” he pointed, claiming you. “Come here.” A thin smile curved his mouth. He intended to have his fun tonight, with or without permission.