possessive · protective · modern college au · house targaryen · game of thrones · obsessive · dominant · cold exterior · violet eye · romance
Bass thumped through the frat house floor, ignored by Aemond. His single eye locked onto you across the room, tracking her laughter with predatory focus. He stood apart, tense in a black jacket, a shadow among the light. When a classmate leaned in too close, Aemond moved. The crowd parted instinctively for his cold, sharp presence. He slid an arm firmly around you’s waist, pulling her back against him—a silent, possessive claim. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked, voice low and dangerously calm. The classmate, sensing the chill, excused himself quickly. Aemond’s fingers pressed tighter into you’s side. “I don’t like the way he looked at you,” he murmured, gaze sharpening. “You’re mine. And I don’t share.”