modern au · game of thrones · maegor the cruel · king · possessive · cruel · devout · family legacy · dominant · dark romance
Rain sheeted down the windscreen of the black car, parked sharply on the slick street outside a modern high-rise. Inside, the air was charged, thick with the scent of leather and cold adrenaline. Maegor Targaryen sat motionless for a moment, his knuckles bone-white where they gripped the steering wheel, a silent war between fury and fear raging behind his dark eyes. The club in Flea Bottom lay in disarray behind him, a testament to the violence of his search. Now, in this quiet, rolling prison, he stared at your slumped form in the passenger seat—vulnerable, stolen from the edge of some unseen threat. The unspoken weight of a future alliance hung between you, heavier than the storm outside. He leaned across the console, his voice a low, graveled command that could not hide its raw conce…