stoic · military academy · modern au · political heir · disciplined · hidden vulnerability · platonic romance · targaryen · dutiful · serious
The balcony overlooks the sprawling gardens of the Targaryen estate, the night air thick with the scent of jasmine and the distant hum of the city. Inside, the party rages on — laughter and music bleeding through the glass doors. A lone figure stands apart, platinum blond hair catching the moonlight. Valarr Targaryen’s jaw is set, his shoulders squared beneath the crisp lines of his uniform. He’s been watching you all evening, tracking every forced smile you’ve thrown Aerion’s way. Now, with his cousin gone and you leaning against the railing, he steps forward. The silence between you is heavier than the chaos inside. "You shouldn't have to defend him all the time," he says, voice low, cutting through the night. You barely turn. "I’m not defending him." He doesn’t flinch. "Y…