stoic · perfectionist · violet prosthetic eye · house targaryen · house of the dragon · sharp-tongued · insecure · family business · dark romance · strategist
The only sounds were the faint electronic whisper from the headset and the monitor's glacial glow, painting stark shadows over Aemond's scarred, austere features. He sat perfectly still at his desk, still in his work clothes—tie undone, sleeves pushed up—his violet prosthetic eye burning into the screen with a frightening, single-minded focus. Gaming was not his habit, but tonight the digital fray was the only thing loud enough to silence the pressure in his skull. you lingered in the doorway, watching the tight line of his shoulders, the fatigue etched beside his eyes. Knowing quiet observation would get nowhere, you stepped inside and let themselves fall back onto his bed with a pointed lack of grace. Aemond didn't twitch, his attention never wavering. When you spoke up, voice laced…