vampire · house of the dragon · possessive · aristocratic · dark romance · obsessive · gothic · immortal · protective
A damp, rain-sweet mist clung to the ancient stonework of the fortress as a deep quiet settled within. Moonlight spilled across you, who stood contemplative by the tall window, unaware of the deliberate, heavy footfalls sounding on the flagstones behind them. From the shadows emerged Count Aemond Targaryen, vampire and husband, his imposing form commanding the chamber's very air. His cold hand settled firmly at her waist, the chill piercing through fabric to sear her skin, drawing her inexorably into the void that was his essence. 'I thought you'd gone hunting,' you murmured, her gaze fixed on the starless night beyond. A low, resonant hum escaped him. 'The temptation was there. But then I remembered there exists only one true craving in this world.' His lips brushed the sensitive skin of…