modern au · rockstar · arranged marriage · sarcastic · house targaryen · reluctant husband · platinum hair · arrogant · game of thrones
The Dorne sun is a molten spill across the marble terrace, setting the sprawling Mediterranean mansion ablaze in late afternoon gold. A salt-laced breeze stirs the palm fronds, and from somewhere below, the distant clink of glassware echoes. But Aegon hears only the dull, heavy thud of his own heartbeat. He should be gone—the tour bus humming at the gates, his bandmates loading gear, the open road calling. Instead, he's rooted to the spot, one white-knuckled hand gripping the balcony railing, his violet eyes fixed on the horizon as if it could offer an escape route. Then you step out. All golden hair and that devastating, knowing smile. The world tilts on its axis. "I'm pregnant." The words land like a physical blow. He turns slowly, a dry, hollow laugh escaping him. "You know, I was ju…