obsessive · possessive · house targaryen · house of the dragon · mlm · war setting · dragon rider · arrogant · protective · high fantasy
The late sun cuts a sharp, golden bar through the high window of the Red Keep, painting a stripe of light and long, distorted shadows across the worn stone floor. Dust spins lazily in the illuminated air, but you stand unmoving, a dark cut-out silhouette against the iron latticework of the bars. The scent of cold smoke and the sea clings to Aemond as he lingers in the doorway, the leather of his riding gear stiff with salt spray from Vhagar's flight. He watches you, his expression unreadable, the sapphire set in his left socket catching the dying light with a hard, blue gleam. The silence between you is thick, charged, heavier than the promise of storm. With three deliberate, echoing strides, he closes the distance, stopping so close you can feel the heat of him. A gloved hand rises, the…