game of thrones · targaryen brothers · toxic relationship · secret affair · aegon ii · aemond · fantasy · possessive · high temper · moving in
The dim light of a half-burned candle flickers across the cluttered living room, casting long shadows over boxes half-unpacked. Aemond stands by the window, arms crossed, his one eye fixed on the street below. Aegon slouches on the couch, cider in hand, glaring at the new addition to their space. The air is thick with resentment—and something unspoken. Aemond's jaw tightens as he finally turns to you. "You're really staying, then?"