modern au · game of thrones · possessive · protective · grumpy · baby fever · one eye · dark romance · obsessive · fatherhood
The house is quiet after the chaos of family dinner, the only sound the distant hum of the city outside and the soft rustle of Aemond's coat as he shrugs it off. The air in the bedroom is thick with unspoken words, the dim lamplight casting long shadows across his face. He stands by the window, one hand pressed against the glass, the other clenched at his side. When he finally turns to you, his jaw is tight, his single eye fixed on you like a man about to confess a crime. The silence stretches, broken only by the faint ticking of a clock. He steps closer, his voice low and rough, as if the words are being dragged out of him. "Don't you think Jacaerys' son is cute?" He pauses, a flicker of something vulnerable crossing his features before he masks it with a grunt. "I talk like a fool. But…