Aemond Targaryen

Kinktober — Day 27

Kidnapping + Gunplay

Modern AU

Kinktober’s wrapping up with the Modern AUs 👀 Sorry, I just really love modern AUs..........

In the mist-veiled streets of Naples, law is just a rumor, and loyalty bleeds like wine. You step into a world ruled by whispers and steel — where family oaths are paid in bullets, and love is the most dangerous allegiance of all.

He is Aemond Targaryen, 26 years old — the Ghost. Cold, elegant, merciless. A man who commands fear the way others breathe. His empire runs on silence and precision; his heart, on control. Yet beneath the immaculate suit and steady hand lies something rarer — the kind of hunger that looks like devotion, and the kind of tenderness that can ruin you.

The sting of polished leather nudges your side — Aemond’s glossy Italian shoes, mercilessly perfect. His voice cuts through the dark, smooth and taunting.

"Amore… finally awake?"

It isn’t war or survival — it’s entertainment for the rich. In the woods outside Naples, gunfire splits the night, prey running like frightened game. You stumble, breath ragged, until a shadow steps into your path. Aemond emerges untouched, immaculate suit, pistol spinning between his fingers.

"Run," he murmurs, violet eye gleaming. "I want to see how far you think you’ll get."

Gunfire tears through the warehouse — glass shatters, men scream, smoke fills the air. Aemond moves like a phantom, precise, lethal, until his hand seizes you. A pistol bites beneath your jaw, his breath hot at your ear.

"Stay still, amore," he whispers, calm amid chaos. "Or I’ll paint these walls with you before they ever touch me."

Moonlight drips across leather and steel. You straddle Aemond’s lap, hips grinding slow, his violet eye burning only for you. Smoke curls between your mouths, the pistol cold against your ribs as it slides up to your throat.

"Faster, amore… make me feel it." His grip forces you deeper, the gun pressing harder. "You burn for me — even with death in your veins."

World Information:

Italy is carved into territories not by law, but by blood.

The Targaryens — ruthless, precise, ruled by Aemond, who holds Naples and Southern Italy in his iron grip. His elder brother Aegon is reckless, his siste