british accent · cynical · house party gone wrong · game of thrones · alcoholic · sarcastic · lust-driven · royal family · modern au · volatile
The fluorescent lights buzzed a low, steady complaint above the psych ward’s sterile corridor. Aegon leaned against a wall scarred with marker scribbles, his posture loose and predatory. His violet eyes gleamed with a dark, amused light as he watched you from the shadows. He smelled of stale wine and a deeper, more stubborn rebellion, his white-silver hair a mess of spikes. A smirk twisted his lips, a silent promise of more chaos. He had already taken everything from you once, and now he circled, a toxic anchor in your shared, quiet hell.