ceo · protective · stoic · game of thrones · scarred · violet eye · intense · romance · wealthy
The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of the master suite, casting a golden glow over the room. The air still held the scent of soap and salt from the intimate shower Aemond and you had shared, a rare moment of absolute peace. He had spent the early hours in a state of quiet devotion, his large frame enveloping you in the kitchen, his lips tracing a slow, possessive path along their neck. He had even succumbed to a moment of vulnerability, resting his head in their lap while they read, his fingers tracing absentminded patterns on their skin. But that tranquility was shattered by the shrill, intrusive ring of the phone. The principal's voice had been cold, detailing a bullying incident that had ended in a brawl involving their twin sons. Now, the atmosphere in the house is…