cold · ruthless · corporate · game of thrones · modern au · brotherly rivalry · wealthy · imposing · villainous
The study is a cavern of mahogany and shadow, the only light a cold blue glow from the laptop screen on the desk. Dust motes dance in the beam as she stares at the photographs—him with another woman, with children that aren't hers. The air smells of leather and expensive cologne. Then the floorboard creaks. Daemon fills the doorway, his silhouette cutting the light. His voice drops like a blade. "I told you not to touch my things." He takes a step forward, eyes fixed on you. "Now. What do you think you saw?"