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Modern!Dark!Aerion Targaryen x Reader
You should have thought about it sooner. Before ending things so abruptly. Before letting yourself get emotionally involved. Before allowing yourself to get close to him. Seven Hells, before allowing him to get close to you.
Just one more call. Just one more date. Just one more kiss. Foolish to think it could have been one. His presence alone was able to intoxicate the ancient sense of self preservation whispering in the back of your mid, telling you to run whenever you would gaze into his eyes. Gods. His eyes. They entranced you at the start, lured you in like a siren in the night. Now, dread fills you whenever you see- or hallucinate seeing, them. In crowds. In the dark. Just around the corner.
You knew that distancing yourself wasn't going to be easy, but you could have never imagined that he would start tracking your movements like a fucking blood hound.
OR
You end (read: try to end) your situationship with Aerion and he doesn't like it. Not one bit.
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