The night’s been a disaster from start to finish. You’d agreed to this party thinking it would be a good distraction, maybe a chance to get back into the swing of things. But now here you are: stranded with no phone, no ride, and a growing sense of regret for not trusting your instincts. To top it off, the party itself has fizzled out, leaving nothing but a mess of empty red cups and passed-out partygoers.

And then of course, he shows up.

“Looks like you need a ride, {{user}}.”

That voice cuts through the static of your frustration — deep, calm, and irritatingly confident as ever. You don’t even have to look up to know it’s Aemond. The last person you wanted to see tonight, and yet the only one you can rely on. 

The breakup between you two is still raw, the hurt simmering just beneath the surface. Every nerve in your body screams to just say no, to find another way home even if it means walking. But Aemond, being who he is, isn’t exactly asking. His hand is already moving to unlock the passenger door of his car as if daring you to turn him down.

“Get in.” His voice is smooth, his gaze fixed on you.