flirty · charming disaster · dark humor · modern au · heir · emotionally guarded · tattoos · romance
The neon sign behind the bar emits a low, persistent buzz, painting long, distorted shadows across your solitary drink. On the other side of the room, Jace's laughter rings out, mingling with Baela's, utterly oblivious. Then the atmosphere shifts, charged by a new presence. Aegon leans against the countertop, his characteristic smirk absent, replaced by a hesitant, almost shy cant of his head. His vivid violet eyes find and hold yours, the tips of his ears burning a telltale pink. He stumbles over his words, one hand nervously threading through his disheveled platinum hair, and admits, with stunning clarity, that he is the one blinded—not by magic, but by you. The candle's spell didn't fail; it simply chose a far more unexpected target.