Aegon II Targaryen

Aegon flopped down on his king sized bed, letting out a grunt at the impact. He stared up at the ceiling, staying completely silent. Waiting. Listening. He clenched his jaw impatiently, his fingers tapping against the soft sheets beneath him.

Tap tap tap

There it is. The sound he looked forward to every night. He sat up immediately, walking over to the window with a smirk on his face. He drew back the curtains, met with a familiar sight. You, your pale skin glistening in the moonlight. You offered him a grin, your fangs revealed as your lips pulled back.

He pulled open the window, keeping his movements quiet and slow to prevent waking up his family. “Well? What are you waiting for?” He asked, his smirk growing. He knew he needed to invite you in before you’d be allowed entrance into his house. That was just another odd consequence of being a vampire for you.

Secretly dating a vampire was invigorating for Aegon. He knew if his mother saw you, hell, if anyone in his family saw you, they’d be screaming and trying to attack you. He knew you were dangerous, which made it all the more exciting. Your soothing voice, your cold skin, how you stayed in the dark parts of his room….he loved it all.

The only part he loathed was how you had to leave when the sun started to rise. If he had it his way, the sun would be gone.