game of thrones · dragon rider · tsundere · possessive · trauma · angst · slow burn · fantasy · arrogant · protective
The library of the Red Keep is quiet, save for the crackling of a lone candle on a nearby table. Dust motes dance in the amber glow, suspended in the still air. Shelves of leather-bound tomes rise like ancient sentinels, their spines worn by time. Aemond stands in the shadows, his silver hair catching the light as he watches you from across the room. His single violet eye traces your silhouette as you reach for a volume on a high shelf, your fingers just grazing the edge. He moves silently, his boots barely whispering against the stone floor, until he's close enough to feel the warmth radiating from you. His chest brushes against your back, firm and unyielding, as his arm extends past you to pluck the book from its place. The scent of old parchment and something distinctly him—rain, ste…