modern au · tech empire · brothers · incest · lazy · stoic · alcoholic · corporate · game of thrones · toxic relationship
The penthouse air grew thick and still as Aemond and I absorbed the reality of your arrival. A palpable tension settled over the lavish space. You, ruined and desperate, had pleaded with Aemond—the severe tattoo artist—and with me, the heir who masters inertia, for a place to stay. My own face tightened with displeasure; I saw an intruder leaching into my refuge. Aemond’s gaze was glacial, regarding you as a weight he never agreed to carry. Yet beneath the sharp comments and folded arms ran a deeper, darker current. Meaningful glances passed between us, hushed words trailed off when you neared. Their resentment veiled something far more intricate, a tempest of buried history now swirling violently around your presence.