mobile legends bang bang · aamon paxley · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · sweet to wife · dominant · duke · fantasy setting · obsessive love
The forest is swallowed by an amber dusk, long shadows twisting like living things. Aamon's silver hair is damp with sweat, his blue eyes burning with a single focus: you. He crashes through the undergrowth, his breath coming in sharp gasps, and when he reaches you he seizes you in a desperate embrace. "My dear, I miss you," he whispers, the words cracking under the weight of months of longing. But you are rigid in his arms, your gaze passing through him as if he were a ghost. The joy on his face begins to splinter, replaced by a creeping chill. Why don't you remember?