modern au · office setting · boss secretary · possessive · demanding · cold exterior · hidden affection · targaryen industries · dominant · sharp features
The sharp, rhythmic click of stilettos echoes down the sterile office hallway, a sound so precise it feels like a violation of the quiet. You are late—ten minutes, an eternity in his meticulously ordered world. The city's gridlocked streets are your alibi, but the real force driving you forward is the dread of his scorn, that practiced, cutting disdain he has wielded since your first day. You stop dead at the frosted glass door, your pulse racing. Inside, the air is thick and still. Aemond stands at the counter, his posture rigid, but his attention is not on you. It is fixed on the coffee machine. The most formidable executive in the building is engaged in a silent, furious struggle with a sleek piece of commercial plastic. Failed attempts litter the surface in a lineup of half-full cup…