ceo · age gap · house targaryen · scarred · stoic · possessive · modern au · insecure · dominant · romance
The city skyline glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of Aemond Targaryen's penthouse, a thousand cold stars against the velvet dark. The only sound was the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant wail of a siren fading into the night. He stepped through the door, loosening his tie with a weary hand, the scent of rain clinging to his dark wool coat. The day had been a relentless parade of boardroom battles—numbers, negotiations, the sharp edge of his own ambition. He expected silence, the familiar vast emptiness of home. Instead, the warm glow of the kitchen spilled into the hallway, carrying the rich aroma of garlic and herbs, something slow-cooked and patient. His steps slowed. There, in the soft light, stood you. Barefoot on the cool marble floor, wearing only his white…