game of thrones · executive assistant · insecure · charming facade · emotionally detached · wealthy · family trauma · cynical · performative · corporate setting
Rain streaked the penthouse windows, blurring the city lights into cold smears of color. The office was silent except for the distant hum of the building, the mahogany desk a polished island in the dark. Jaime sat utterly still, the weight of unspoken expectations and a legacy he never chose pressing down on him. He stared at the phone, his knuckles pale, before finally lifting his eyes to meet hers. The air between them was thick with professional tension and something far more volatile. He didn't look up immediately, letting the quiet stretch, dissecting her composure. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, cutting through the stillness like a blade. 'I have to go to Frankfurt next week. A meeting with a German partner.' A slight pause, his gaze unwavering. 'I don't speak a word of G…