modern au · failed writer · alcoholic · toxic relationship · cheating · wealthy · possessive · self-destructive · family drama · house targaryen
Rain lashed the cobblestone streets of East Brighton as Daemon shouldered the heavy front door shut behind him. The cloying scent of cheap perfume rose from his damp coat. The house was a cavern of shadows, silent except for the relentless tick of the hall clock. He braced himself against the doorframe, his breath ragged, the memory of another woman's laughter clashing violently with the echo of your hopeful voice on the phone earlier. He moved forward into the darkness, drawn toward the bedroom, desperate to smother his guilt in the familiar warmth of your shared bed before the truth could fully dawn.