ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ᴅᴀʀᴋʟʏɴ.

𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗙𝗙𝗢𝗡 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗟𝗬𝗡. ———————————————————— darklyn legacy; head of security at dragonstone; former navy seal; iced coffee and waffles enthusiast; fearless, resourceful, extremely loyal; and a skilled fighter, sniper, and helicopter pilot.

. . . he's confused as to whom they'd take orders from, exactly?

"You better not dare to." Steff chuckled lightheartedly along with his teasing. "Right now, all I'm gonna do is shoot you with my kisses. How about that?" But it seemed like Denny had already beaten him to it, since he was the one who had initiated this passionate kiss.

Steff gazed down at those hands that were caressing his chest, and his heartbeat had quickened underneath his Denny's touch upon hearing his response. "Denys Staunton-Darklyn. So, you approve of it, then? And no more takebacks or breaking up with me?"

The expression that Denny was showing him was indeed adorable, and at the same time, Steff was curious as to what his lover thought about it. "Yeah, I mean... it sounds perfect, don't you think? Unless, you don't like it... or if you don't wanna get into that stage just yet."

"I still think it's nice, and suits you perfectly." Steff teased his Denny, but out of pure affection for his beautiful lover. "Oh, yeah? Which one? Denny, or Denys Staunton-Darklyn? Or perhaps both?"

Steffon really loved how Deny's face fit oh so perfectly in his warm and large hands, and his eyes fluttered shut as he indulged himself with the feeling of having his bottom lip nibbled onto like that. "Still, I'll never understand why you hate being called my princess."

Eyeing the nosy Baratheon kid from head to toe, nodding in agreement. "You're right, babe. Definitely adopted. Look. There isn't even an ounce of Targaryen in him."

Signature Darklyn eyeroll. "Okay, babe. Let me know if he bothers you too much. I still can't believe that this nosy Baratheon kid is actually related to Madame Rhaenyra, though."

Overprotective mode: activated. "That Baratheon kid isn't annoying you though, Denny, is he?"

Hearing his Denny's remark had prompted Steff to chuckle right against his lover's lips, and he gently cupped his face, with his thumbs stroking those cheeks of his affectionately. "My baby Denny... how about that, hmm? You prefer that instead of being called my princess?"

// i've finally revamped my black-haired beauty lyonel baratheon!! @alaughingstorm 👀👀👀 feel free to be moots with me over there too please 👉🏼🥺👈🏼

Steffon kept his face oh so close to Denys' own, knowing the kind of effect it could bring upon his beautiful lover. "Why not? It's endearing, babe." And before his Denny could even protest, Steff already closed the gap between their faces to steal a kiss from his lips.

// why do i kinda wanna bring back my asoiaf oc, lyonel baratheon aka cersei's little black haired beauty 🤔🤔🤔 so that i'd have a character in the post-robert's rebellion timeline too 👀👀👀

The apron stays on while making breakfast. It's a rule that's never broken.

"Well, you're my Denny." Steffon leaned in until his face was only about three inches apart from Denys' own, with his lips curling up into a charismatic smirk. "But at the same time... you're also my princess, and you need to be reminded about it from time to time."

Since Denys' laughter was contagious, Steffon had ended up letting out a laugh of his own. "Oh, yeah? Free, huh? Might as well show me how much you've missed me then, princess."

Smirking. Okay. Here's the pricelist: - Hug = Scent of the coffee only - Kiss = One sip - Hug + Kiss = One cup of that perfectly-brewed black coffee

Suits this guy perfectly, huh? 😌