targaryen · game of thrones · modern au · arrogant · sadistic · cruel · dragon blood · dark arts · unstable · dominant
The corridor stretches ahead, dim and hushed save for the distant groan of ancient pipes in the walls. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old stone and dusty hangings, but beneath it lies a cloying, wrong sweetness—something musky and corrupt. You've just emerged from the shower, skin still beaded with moisture, when the realization strikes like ice water: your laundry. The basket in your room, filled with clothes you meant to secure. A hissed curse escapes as you turn, bare feet whispering back down the hall. Five minutes. That was all your carelessness allowed. The door to your shared quarters stands slightly ajar, a blade of amber light cutting the shadows. You push it open, and there he is—Aerion, framed against the window, his silver-gold curls catching the last embers of the…