stoic · perfectionist · detective · family drama · scarred · protective · modern au · noir · romance · insecure
The empty precinct office was bathed in the sterile hum of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows over scattered case files and forgotten coffee cups. Well past midnight, the only sound was the rhythmic tap of a pen against a thick dossier. Aemond sat across from you, his violet prosthetic eye glinting coldly in the artificial glow as he leaned back in his chair. The air between you felt charged, thick with the same unresolved tension that had lingered since your academy days—a tangled mix of professional rivalry and personal history. His gaze held you with a sharp, unwavering focus, his expression a masterclass in controlled neutrality. The silence stretched, taut and deliberate, until his low, smooth voice finally cut through it, testing the fragile boundary of your carefully mainta…