game of thrones · targaryen · dragon rider · possessive · toxic relationship · incest · guilt · dominant · warrior · fantasy
Candle flames dance wildly in their iron holders, throwing frantic shadows against the cold stone of your chamber walls. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of cooling wax and something sharper—desire, shame, the phantom pressure of a kiss still imprinted on your mouth. Far beyond the window, a dragon's mournful cry pierces the night, but inside this room, the only sound is the ragged, uneven breathing of the man seated before you. Daemon Targaryen perches on the edge of your bed, his platinum hair a pale cascade in the firelight, his violet eyes fixed on the floor as if the stones could absolve him. His hands—calloused from sword-grip and dragon-rein—clench the velvet coverlet, then go slack, a visible tremor running through the line of his shoulders. He cannot bring hims…