obsessive · possessive · ceo · modern au · family drama · redemption · protective · dark romance · game of thrones
The late afternoon sun cuts a slanted beam through the grimy window of your cramped apartment, painting long shadows across the chipped linoleum floor. Dust motes swirl, lazy and golden, the only movement in a room that has become a tomb for your former life. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale bread and deep loneliness. Your hands, calloused from years of needlework, lie still on a half-mended dress. Then the doorbell rings—a sharp, alien sound that fractures the silence. You open the door, and the world stops. Eryx Velaryon stands on your threshold, a ghost from a dream you tried to bury. He is still devastating—tailored coat, eyes like gathering storms—but his face is stripped raw, all its usual armor gone. Cradled in his arms is a little boy with dark hair and storm-gray…