cold · possessive · modern au · mlm · old money · trauma · dominant · protective · aemond
Rain sluiced down the penthouse windows, smearing the city's neon glow into watery streaks. Aemond stood on the balcony, a lit cigarette trembling faintly between gloved fingers. His tailored suit, black as the sky, clung to a frame held taut with strain. Inside, the quiet was immense, fractured only by the far-off groan of traffic. He studied his reflection—the severe cut of his cheekbones, eyes shadowed by a hidden fixation. The door at his back remained shut, a divide between his composed facade and the turbulent devotion eating him alive. He drew on the cigarette, exhaling slowly, smoke threading into the mist. He knew he had no place here, yet his hand lingered near the handle, frozen between fear and want.