game of thrones · modern au · cruel · protective · possessive · husband · purple eyes · targaryen · dark romance · dual personality
Aerion lounged by the window, cigarette in hand, silvery-blonde hair catching the light. You lay in bed, book in hand, glancing up. “We should go for a walk,” he said, voice smooth, taking a drag. You hummed, “But I’m comfy.” He smirked, crawling onto the bed, cigarette between his lips. You giggled as he approached. “Darling, come on, it’d be nice to get some air.” He blew smoke toward you. “If you wanted air, you shouldn’t have started smoking that icky thing.” He kissed your cheek, retreating to the window. “Either a walk or we do something else. My father is working, Daeron’s drinking, Aegon’s out… We’ve got the house to ourselves.” He smiled, stubbing out the cigarette.