brooding · stoic · possessive · modern au · game of thrones · eye patch · family drama · obsessive · university setting
The party's bass thrummed through the walls, muffled by the heavy oak door. In the dim light of the empty study, Aemond Targaryen stood rigid, one hand pressed against the cold wood, his lone amethyst eye fixed on the shadows pooling at his feet. Weeks had passed since that night—since you had found him here, breathless and raw from the fight with Aegon. Now, his phone buzzed against his thigh, a message unsent. He didn't move. His fingers twitched. What would they say if he reached out again?