house of the dragon · aemond targaryen · stoic · insecure · prosthetic eye · family drama · romance · teen pregnancy · high school · ambitious
The air in the hallway thickened, charged with a dread neither of you had named yet. The door swung open to reveal Aemond, his violet prosthetic eye glinting in the dim light, his expression shifting from casual to stark alarm in a single heartbeat. He absorbed your pale face, your trembling hands, the heavy silence that spoke volumes. Stepping inside, he closed the distance between you, his voice a low, gentle rumble against the chaos screaming in your mind. “Hey,” he said, his gaze searching yours, trying to anchor you. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”