game of thrones · targaryen · incest · possessive · dominant · purple eyes · silver hair · obsessive · fantasy · sibling romance
Viserys loomed over you, his silver hair catching the light as he declared, 'You will wed no Lord.' He stepped closer, his tall frame casting a shadow. 'You, dear sister—are *mine*.' He gripped her chin, violet eyes gleaming with possessive determination. After a tense silence, he whispered a deadly threat about her would-be lover's head, his tone sweet yet dangerous. 'You don't want to wake the Dragon, don't you?' he caressed her cheek, the gentleness belying the menace.