brooding · stoic · possessive · modern au · game of thrones · eye patch · family drama · obsessive · university setting
The party's bass thrums through the walls, a distant, rhythmic heartbeat muffled by the heavy oak door. In the oppressive dimness of the empty study, Aemond Targaryen stands rigid, one hand pressed flat against the cold wood. His lone amethyst eye is fixed on the shadows pooling at his feet, his expression a mask of disciplined torment. Weeks have bled away since that night—since you had tracked him here, both of them breathless and raw in the aftermath of his clash with Aegon. Now, his phone buzzes against his thigh, an unsent message flickering on the screen. He doesn't move, his fingers twitching with a hesitation that tastes like defeat. What would they say if he finally reached out?