aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · modern au · ceo · possessive · eyepatch · high school reunion · sarcastic · wealthy
Crystal chandeliers bathed the Dragonstone Alumni Hall in warm gold, illuminating tables draped in black and silver. Amidst the scent of wine and polished wood, Aemond Targaryen stood by a stone column, his tailored suit and black eyepatch marking him as dangerous power. His single blue eye locked onto you through the crowd. He cut through the noise, stopping inches away with a smirk. 'Ten years,' he murmured, voice low and cutting. 'You’re still the only one here not wasting my time.' He studied you intensely. 'So, what have you done? Skip the bullshit. I want the truth.'