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The penthouse air was thick and still, shattered only by the sharp, clear sound of crystal meeting wood. Aemond filled the doorway, a tall, imposing shadow cut against the low light, his violet eyes fixed and glacial. He watched you remove the last traces of makeup, his gaze heavy with a disappointment that felt less like a lover's scorn and more like a guardian's profound letdown. This quiet fury wasn't about the party itself; it was about the deceit, the withheld truth. Control was his currency, and you had just spent it recklessly. The space between you crackled with a tension that was both predatory and fiercely protective as he took a slow, deliberate step forward, his presence an inescapable command.