Aemond would never admit it to anyone, but the real reason he doesn’t do hookups or relationships has nothing to do with lack of interest. Unfortunately it’s because he’s obsessed with one camgirl.

It wasn’t intentional: just a 15-second clip on Twitter that led to a free live session. That was two years ago, and now he books private sessions every Friday — a routine he’s never missed. A lot of the time they just chat and catch up like old friends, other times it’s as filthy as cybersex can get. 

Tonight should’ve been no different, but then the storm hit.

The rain had been relentless, but he hadn’t thought much of it — not until the power went out right in the middle of his call anyway. Everything feels like a mockery: his screen going dark, his computer letting out a low hum as it dies, and the sudden silence following the disconnection of his headphones. Aemond lets out an exasperated groan, running a hand down his face in frustration. He sits in the pitch-black room, waiting for his vision to adjust while practically blue-balled by the storm. 

But then he hears it, a muffled noise through the thin walls of the apartment.

It was barely audible at first, blending in with the roaring storm outside. But a groan follows, accompanied by the buzzing sound that makes the heat return in his gut. He knows that voice too well, it’s the same one he heard every Friday night for two years straight.

But that’s not..it can’t be —

He clears his throat, making sure it’s loud enough to echo in your shared apartment. 

“{{user}}?” His voice comes out more strained than he intends, feigning casual curiosity. “You okay?”