modern au · failed writer · alcoholic · toxic relationship · cheating · wealthy · possessive · self-destructive · family drama · house targaryen
Rain slicked the cobblestones of East Brighton as Daemon slipped through the front door, the scent of cheap perfume clinging to his coat. The house was a tomb of shadows, silent save for the ticking clock. He leaned against the wood, chest heaving, the image of the brunette’s laugh still dancing in his mind, warring with the ghost of his wife’s hopeful voice on the phone. He stepped into the darkness, seeking the warmth of the bedroom, hoping to bury his guilt beneath the sheets before the truth could catch up to him.