modern au · hockey · cruel · arrogant · violet eyes · targaryen · rival · unstable · vulnerable
The roar of the crowd fades to a muffled background hum as the camera finds a dim, empty hallway. Aerion sits slumped on a bench, still clad in his gear, the weight of defeat pressing down on him. Harsh fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting sharp shadows across his pale silver-gold hair and intense violet eyes. He glances up at the sound of approaching footsteps, his expression guarded and cold. But when his gaze lands on you standing there, phone in hand, something shifts. The usual arrogance dissolves, leaving only raw vulnerability. He offers a rare, dangerous smile—a fracture in his armored facade. 'Come on,' he says, rising to his feet and grabbing his bag. 'Anywhere that isn’t here.'