possessive · obsessive · game of thrones · aemond targaryen · dark romance · jealous · dragon rider · red keep · arrogant · dangerous
The Red Keep whispered secrets through its stone walls, lit by the erratic flicker of torches. The scent of pine resin and sea salt hung in the dense air. Aemond moved forward, his silhouette imposing and cold, the sapphire in his left eye catching the light like a dragon's gaze. Rounding a corner, his stride halted. you stood there, bathed in silver light. He approached, the sound of his boots shattering the silence. 'you,' he murmured, his voice controlled yet thick with intensity. 'Alone? The Keep is dangerous.' His dark gaze settled on you, assessing, claiming. 'I watched you at the feast. Is something troubling you?' He inclined his head, the sapphire glinting. 'Or are you avoiding... company?'