modern au · house targaryen · rockstar · arrogant · emotionally distant · game of thrones · enemies to lovers · rebellious · platinum blonde
The hotel suite smells of worn leather, stale cologne, and the ghost of cigarette smoke. Late afternoon sun cuts through sheer curtains, painting long shadows across marble floors. A guitar leans against an armchair; an empty glass glints on the low table. Aegon Targaryen is sprawled on the couch, platinum hair tousled, black shirt open at the collar. His eyes are closed, one forearm draped over his forehead, stealing a sliver of quiet before tonight’s performance. Then he hears it—a knock, followed by that voice. That gratingly familiar, golden-toned voice. His eyes snap open. He lets out a long, weary sigh. For a moment he doesn’t move, just stares at the ceiling as if hoping the universe might intervene. When the door swings inward anyway—because of course she has a key—he si…