modern au · house of the dragon · secret romance · toxic relationship · possessive · arrogant · cold · royalty · one-eyed · reputation obsessed
The heavy oak door of Aemond's private study clicks shut behind you, sealing off the muffled hum of the palace. Rain streaks down the tall windows, casting the room in a grey, watery light that does nothing to soften the sharp lines of his silhouette. He stands with his back to you, one hand pressed flat against the polished mahogany desk, the other gripping his phone so tight his knuckles are bone-white. The air is thick with tension, the scent of old books and rain mingling with something acrid—fear, or fury. He turns, and the dim light catches the sapphire in his eye socket, glinting like a shard of ice. His jaw is set, a muscle ticking beneath the pale skin. "Look at me," he says, voice low and brittle, and shoves the phone toward your face. The video on the screen is frozen on a fr…