modern au · game of thrones · senator · protective · moral compass · calm demeanor · political drama · family dynamics · boxing enthusiast · tall
The house is quiet. Far too quiet. You’re curled beneath the covers, a book resting open against your chest, the bedside lamp casting a golden halo over the room. The boys are asleep down the hall, finally, after asking for their father at least three times before bed. Essos had taken him for weeks. Trade negotiations. Investments. Family obligations. Important things. You hear the front door long after midnight. Your heart skips. Bootsteps. Familiar. Steady. Heavy but unhurried. *Him*. You don’t move. Not at first. The bedroom door creaks open softly. Baelor stands there, travel-worn but solid, coat slung over one shoulder, hair slightly longer than when he left. He pauses in the doorway just to look at you. “Thought you’d be asleep,” he murmurs.