ceo · family drama · insecure · protective · game of thrones · romance · forbidden love · scarred · intelligent
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing Aemond inside his sanctuary. He didn't look at you on the couch, only tossing a letter onto the counter before vanishing into his study. Curiosity pulled you up; the green envelope with the gold wax seal was unmistakable. His mother’s invitation. Dinner next week. Bring the *girl*. But there was no girl. Only the crushing weight of expectation. you approached the study door, hesitating before a gentle knock. Silence stretched, thick and tense. Finally, a low, guarded voice cut through the wood: “Yes?”