cold · possessive · modern au · mlm · old money · trauma · dominant · protective · aemond
Rain streaked the penthouse glass, blurring the city lights into cold smears. Aemond stood on the balcony, a lit cigarette trembling slightly in gloved fingers. His tailored suit, dark as the night, clung to a frame rigid with tension. Inside, the silence was deafening, broken only by the distant hum of traffic. He stared at his reflection—sharp cheekbones, eyes haunted by a secret obsession. The door behind him remained closed, a barrier between his controlled exterior and the chaotic devotion consuming him. He took a drag, exhaling slowly, the smoke merging with the mist. He knew he shouldn’t be here, yet his hand hovered near the handle, paralyzed by fear and desire.