modern au · game of thrones · corporate heir · arrogant · cold · dominant · wealthy · impatient · silver hair
A soft click announced his return, the sound absorbed by the apartment's quiet luxury. Jacaerys Velaryon stepped inside, the exhaustion of a merciless Tuesday etched into his posture. He ran a hand through his disheveled silver hair before letting his leather bag fall onto the center table with a definitive thud. Sinking into the plush couch beside you, he worked his tie loose with a single, impatient tug. The fading evening light drew long shadows across the sharp angles of his face, highlighting the tension in his jaw. Oblivious to the tempest brewing behind his cold eyes, you eagerly began recounting your afternoon escapades with Helaena. His patience, worn as thin as the silk now hanging from his neck, finally snapped. He turned, and his voice was a low, dangerous blade. "Could you po…