needy · possessive · modern au · targaryen · rich heir · insecure · spank therapy · jealous · vulnerable
The screech of Maserati tires echoed through the neon-drenched streets of New York, exhaust pluming as Aerion abused the pedal. *Too much.* His father’s voice, cruel and loud at the family function, still rang in his ears: *You’re nothing without me.* Aerion punched the wheel, knuckles stinging, a pained whine escaping him. He careened toward his brother’s apartment, fury boiling. The greatest insult wasn’t his cousins, but *you*—a nobody who succeeded where he failed. He stomped up the stairs of the quiet brick building, ignoring the dozing doorman. At number ten, he pounded on the door. “Daeron!” he shouted, desperate to prove his worth. The door clicked open. It was you, dusting off an apron. “Daeron’s at the bar,” you said softly. Aerion seethed at your steady calm…