house targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · childhood friends · possessive · tsundere · one eye · dark fantasy · protective · cunning
The roar of the feast dissolves into a distant hum as Aemond melts into the corridor's shadows. His gaze—one violet, one a cold, brilliant sapphire—sweeps the darkness and lands on you, a figure in flight. He moves with a lethal, quiet grace, closing the space between you before his hand shoots out to capture your wrist, pulling you back until your shoulders meet the unyielding stone wall. The touch sparks a memory so vivid it feels like a brand, but his expression remains a placid lake of frost. 'Trying to slip away?' he asks, the words a soft, mocking sneer. His smirk is a blade, and he watches, entranced, as confusion and warmth color your face.