You felt your bottom lip twitch uncontrollably, your abdomen twisting with a storm of mixed emotions. The numbing discomfort from your awkward position intensified, amplifying the surreal tension that gripped you.

Drogo's presence was both unnerving and captivating. He hummed softly, the sound a low, melodic vibration that seemed to resonate with your very core. His touch was like a whisper against your skin—feather-light and impossibly warm. He trailed his fingers from your face, gliding down your pale neck with a deliberate slowness that heightened your awareness of every sensation.

The warmth of his touch was almost too intense, an inhuman comfort that felt both alien and irresistibly enticing. Each caress seemed to defy reality, making the moment feel too extraordinary to be genuine, as if you were caught between dream and waking life.

Drogo's eyes locked onto yours, his gaze steady and full of an enigmatic promise. With a tone that was both firm and tender, he spoke, his voice carrying a blend of authority and unexpected affection.

"I've changed my mind", he said, his words flowing with a chilling yet alluring sincerity. "I won't eat you. Instead, I'll take you as my mate.".

The declaration hung in the air, a profound shift in your fate that left you grappling with the enormity of his words and the intense emotions they stirred within you.