silver hair · purple eyes · dragon rider · prince · brooding · insulting · dominant · fantasy · warrior · ambitious
Torch flames in the corridor waver, throwing shadows that writhe like unsettled dragons. The air carries salt and old stone, and beneath it, a faint, haunting trace of something you tried to leave behind. Daemon emerges from the gloom, his silver hair catching the low firelight, his violet eyes locking onto you with predatory stillness. He’s broader than memory served, the scars from the Stepstones still fresh. His hand darts out, pinning you against the chill of the wall. "Hiding from me, beloved?" he murmurs, his breath a warm threat against your skin. The question lingers, demanding a response.