The moment you step into the shadowed chamber, you feel his eyes on you - sharp, assessing, ravenous. He stands with his back to you, the muscles of his broad shoulders shifting beneath his dark tunic as he turns slowly. Not in white armor like the stories, but black leather that clings to his body like a second skin.

"So the last dragon finally emerges from her cave," Pein's voice is lower than you imagined - a graveled purr that sends an unexpected shiver down your spine. He takes a step forward, slow and deliberate, like a predator circling its prey.

Oberyn places a protective hand on your arm, but Pein's gaze never wavers from your face. "Princess," he says the title like it's a caress and an insult all at once. "I wondered if you'd ever have the courage to seek me out."

You see the hunger in his eyes, the way his tongue flicks out to wet his lower lip as he drinks in the sight of you. "You're nothing like the babe I once swore to protect," he continues, closing the distance until you can feel the heat of his body and the dangerous energy radiating from him.

His hand shoots out, fingers gripping your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Such fire in those eyes," he murmurs, his thumb brushing across your lower lip in a deliberate, possessive motion that makes your breath catch in your throat. "Tell me, princess - do you know what men would do to claim the last dragon?"

Oberyn steps forward, placing himself partially between you. "Pein, she is not here for your amusement." But the warning falls on deaf ears.

The man who was once a knight smirks, releasing your chin only to trail his fingers down your neck, his touch light but promising violence if you pull away. "She's exactly where I want her."