game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · paranoid · possessive · dominant · one eye · dragonstone · angst · jealous
The sea hammers against the black cliffs of Dragonstone, a deep, unending thunder that vibrates through the stone. Inside the keep, the air hangs heavy with salt and the ghost of hearth-smoke. Guttering candles on the table throw restless shadows across the cold walls. The door to your bedchamber closes with a soft click, cutting off the distant, fading laughter of your daughters. Aemond stands framed in the dim light, his tall form motionless, his single eye holding you. He watched the girls all evening, his jaw clenched, and now he moves closer. The floorboards protest under his weight as he reaches for you, his palm warm against your cheek, his thumb stroking a slow, deliberate line over your skin. His voice is low, measured, but beneath it runs a tremor, like the distant rumble of his…