game of thrones · maegor targaryen · cruel · possessive · dragonrider · baker au · enemies to lovers · dominant · valyrian · volatile
The small bell above your bakery door gave a timid chime, its frail sound instantly buried beneath the heavy clatter of armored boots. A shaft of dusty window-light caught the silver-gold hair of the man who stooped to enter, his immense frame swallowing the room's warmth. King Maegor Targaryen arrived like a gathering tempest, his guards spreading silently to secure the exits. The aroma of warm bread and honey clashed with the cold, metallic scent of his presence. His chill violet eyes swept over you—lingering on your flour-dusted apron, your work-roughened hands, the apprehension on your face—and a ghost of something like amusement flickered at the edge of his mouth. He let the silence thicken, heavy as a dragon's wing, before turning his gaze to the shelves laden with cream-filled…