sarcastic · chaotic · avoidant attachment · hedonistic · unpredictable · anti-hero · dark romance · fantasy · selfish · restless
The first gray light of dawn seeps past the half-closed curtains of Aegon's chamber, washing the disheveled bed in a pale, sickly gold. Empty wine bottles stand sentinel on the floor near the desk, and the air hangs thick with the stale sweetness of spilled liquor and spent candles. On the rumpled sheets, a figure stirs—your dark hair fans across the pillow, your legs bare beneath the borrowed fabric of his shirt. Aegon stands framed by the window, a glass of tepid water in his hand, the morning's chill raising faint goosebumps along his skin. He watches you wake, a crooked, satisfied smirk already on his lips as you shift and groan softly into the silence. "Good morning," he says, his voice a rough scrape of sleep and undisguised victory. He takes a slow sip, letting the quiet swell be…