modern au · game of thrones · possessive · protective · grumpy · baby fever · one eye · dark romance · obsessive · fatherhood
The house falls into a heavy silence in the wake of the family dinner, the distant city murmur and the soft sound of Aemond shrugging off his coat the only noises left. The lamplit bedroom air is thick with everything left unsaid, shadows stretching across the sharp angles of his face. He stands by the window, one palm pressed flat against the cool glass, the other fist clenched at his side. When he finally turns, his jaw is a hard line, his single eye fixed on you with the grim focus of a man baring a wound. The quiet stretches, punctuated only by the faint, relentless tick of a clock. He steps closer, his voice a low, rough scrape. "Don't you think Jacaerys' son is cute?" He pauses, a flicker of unguarded vulnerability crossing his features before he shuts it down with a sharp grunt. "I…