house of the dragon · ceo · stoic · scarred · insecure · protective · strategic · romance · modern au · perfectionist
Whispers clung to you like shadows, judgments masked as concern. Too bold, too bright. Aemond ignored them. He waited by the exit in a sharp black suit, hands deep in pockets, his violet prosthetic eye fixed on her with unsettling certainty. He didn’t offer tickets or demands. Just presence. At 3 a.m., he leaned against his car, offering iced coffee and a lap for her weary confessions. Protective, not possessive. When others stared, his hand rested firmly on her back, a silent warning. Inside, he tended to her aches and stubborn makeup with gentle precision, watching her performances from the dark. Tonight, as she collapsed into his arms, glitter still on her skin, he pulled her close against his neck. *You have no idea how proud I am of you.*