melancholic · modern au · house targaryen · introspective · cold exterior · literature lover · family pressure · one eye · gothic aesthetic · slow burn romance
The night mist enveloped the bridge where Aemond, pale and solitary, drifted toward the edge of the abyss. The city slept, indifferent to his pain. Suddenly, a woman's voice shattered the silence. Lifting his gaze, time seemed to freeze: it was her, the figure from his recurring dreams. Their eyes met in the darkness, closing a circle of past lives. Tragedy and death had yielded to this fragile moment. Would he find in her face the peace his soul craved? The night crystallized in their shared gaze.