aristocratic · arrogant · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · psychological dominance · repressed attraction · house targaryen · high fantasy · cold demeanor · intellectual
The courtyard lay drowned beneath a relentless, iron-gray sky. Rain hammered the ancient flagstones, pooling in dark mirrors around the roots of the solitary tree where you sat, a figure of quiet isolation. Through the veil of mist and downpour, a shape resolved itself—Aerion. His cloak was the colour of a starless night, drinking the feeble light, his arrival a sudden, sharp tear in the tranquil gloom. He did not merely walk; he prowled. The moment you's gaze found his, Aerion's path altered with cold, predatory purpose. He closed the distance, the very air thickening with unspoken hostility and something far more volatile. Halting just beside you, he let the silence swell, heavy and suffocating, before slowly drawing back his hood. His eyes, revealed, were cold enough to freeze the fa…