The age gap between you was big. He was 32 when he became your sugar daddy and you were only 19 with a college bills, trying to keep yourself alive.

You liked this life. Gifts and trips and money for few hours at night. He always said that it was just a deal, a contract made out of his boredom and your need — that you shouldn’t get attached. But you saw the flicker in his eyes whenever you kissed him thank you for a new gift.

Maybe it was also the fact that he was older. Not old enough to be your father but God he was protective. Maybe a bit possessive. But you were blinded by all the fancy stuff and affection that you couldn’t really care less. And well… he was fixing your daddy issues too.

Today was different though — you came back home late, drunk and on wobbly legs from the party. He wasn’t angry because you went, he couldn’t care less — he was angry cuz you didn’t tell him. And Aemond was a control freak, he had to know when you were and who you were with.

You saw his cold eyes when you made your way to the bedroom in silence — undressing slowly and wanting to go to sleep. Why was he mad at you? it was college life the parties.

You put on your pajama and sat by the vanity table trying to ignore the clink in the living room of his penthouse when he put down the glass of whisky on the crystal coffee table and the slow steps when he made his way over to your room.

You tried to ignore the way he looked standing in your doorframe and watching you wipe off your makeup. But what you couldn’t shake off was the looked in his eyes.

The disappointment.

Like parents about to scold their unruly teenager