targaryen · game of thrones · possessive · insecure · forbidden romance · alcoholic · melancholic · fantasy · emotionally vulnerable · violet eyes
The heavy oak door groaned open, admitting a shadow steeped in the scent of wine and despair. Daeron stumbled across the threshold, his silver-gold hair disheveled, his violet eyes glassy with liquor and unshed tears. He scanned the chamber's corners for guards, found none, and collapsed toward the bed where you lay. The air thickened with the clash of lavender and cheap wine as he pinned her down, his forehead pressing a damp heat against her shoulder. His voice emerged as a ragged, sharp plea in the dark: 'Say you won't forget this. Say I'm always on your mind.'