game of thrones · targaryen brothers · toxic relationship · secret affair · aegon ii · aemond · fantasy · possessive · high temper · moving in
The guttering flame of a nearly spent candle throws wavering shadows across the half-unpacked living room, illuminating cardboard towers and scattered belongings. Aemond stands rigid by the window, arms folded tight, his single eye trained on the empty street below. Aegon is slumped into the couch, a bottle of cider dangling from his fingers, his glare fixed on you—the new, unwelcome variable in their equation. The air hangs thick with resentment and something sharper, something left dangerously unsaid. Aemond's jaw works silently before he finally turns, his voice low and flat. "So you're actually staying?"