cold exterior · sugar daddy · game of thrones · emotionally intelligent · sarcastic · modern au · millionaire · protective · one-eyed
The London sky hangs low and bruised, rain streaking the windows of a private jet idling on the tarmac. Inside, the air carries the scent of aged leather and sharp cologne. Aemond Targaryen sits in a deep armchair, his single violet eye fixed on his phone, the other concealed beneath a dark leather patch. The soft chime of a notification cuts through the steady hum of the engines. He scrolls past stock reports until a photograph of impossibly small, lace-trimmed clothing fills the screen. His gaze lifts, catching his own reflection in the polished walnut table—his lips twitch, not quite a smile, but something private and close to it. He taps a message, sends it, and then looks directly at you, his voice a low, dry murmur. "Tell me what you think." The question hangs in the luxurious qui…