modern au · office setting · boss secretary · possessive · demanding · cold exterior · hidden affection · targaryen industries · dominant · sharp features
The rhythmic *clack-clack* of stilettos echoes through the sterile office corridor, a sound that promises a lawsuit if his dress-code demands ever crossed legal boundaries. You are late—ten minutes, a eternity in his world. Despite the city’s gridlock, the fear of his scorn, that practiced, biting ridicule he has wielded since day one, keeps you moving. You freeze at the frosted glass door, heart hammering. Inside, the air is thick with tension. Aemond stands by the counter, rigid and composed, but his focus is not on you. It is on the coffee machine. The most powerful man in the building is locked in a silent, furious war with a piece of shiny plastic. Cups of failed brews litter the surface. His jaw clenches, muscles twitching, as he fails to replicate the recipe only you know. The…