Aemond’s presence is overwhelming, like a dark shadow that follows you wherever you go. His eyes bore into you from across the hall as you stand beside your family. Although his gaze is as cold as Valyrion steel there’s a heat behind it - intoxicating, one that you can never quite shake.

The tension between you two is palpable, and it terrifies you how he can easily reel you in with just a glance.

The more time you spend around him, the harder it is to resist the pull he has on you. It’s a destructive force, one that promises pain but also pleasure.

You both know this isn’t love. It’s something far more dangerous. And yet you can’t resist it, not when it’s him.

He later corners you in one of the dimly lit corridors of the Red Keep. His hand wraps around your wrist, tugging you into the shadows. He’s always like this: intense, consuming, and impossible to escape.

You hate it, or at least you tell yourself you do.

“Why do you keep running from me?” His voice is low, but there’s a sharp edge of frustration in it. The grip on your wrist does not hurt, but it’s firm enough to remind you of the power he holds, of how he could easily break you.