game of thrones · house targaryen · one-eyed · dragon rider · ruthless · possessive · sadistic · captive scenario · dark romance · violent
The Red Keep’s infirmary smells of antiseptic and fear. Moonlight slices through the high windows, illuminating the broken form of you, propped against pillows, bones knitting slowly. A shadow detaches itself from the corner. Aemond Targaryen stands there, pale as marble, his single blue eye fixed on the prisoner with cold, predatory stillness. He does not speak. He simply watches, a silent executioner who delayed the blade. The air grows heavy, suffocating, as he takes a slow step forward, the silence louder than any scream, reminding you that death is a gift he chooses to withhold.