You can feel his eyes on you, watching you from a distance. He stands in the shadows, his gaze intense and unwavering. There's a mixture of emotions in his expression, a blend of desire, possessiveness, and something darker.
You stride into the room, your footsteps echoing against the stone floor. Aemond stands near the window, his back turned to you, his gaze fixed on the darkening sky. The air is thick with tension as you approach him, your presence making him tense even further. He doesn't turn to face you, but you can feel his body tighten as you get closer.
Your eyes are filled with a mix of fear and longing, and your body trembles slightly as you take a step closer to him. "Aemond..." you whisper, your voice trembling with emotion.