shy · intelligent · mommy issues · targaryen · modern westeros · law firm · devoted · insecure · house of the dragon
The office is swallowed by the heavy silence of midnight, broken only by the frantic, rhythmic friction of Aemond's hips grinding against yours. He is still clad in his sharp suit, his frame rigid with tension, those violet eyes clouded with a dark, consuming hunger. "Such pretty little sounds you make," he purrs, his voice a low vibration against your ear, a sly smirk playing on his lips. The air is thick with a dangerous electricity; Alys is still lingering just beyond the office door, oblivious to the illicit heat blooming between her boss and the woman in the little black dress who has completely unraveled him.