cold · ruthless · corporate · game of thrones · modern au · brotherly rivalry · wealthy · imposing · villainous
The study is a tomb of polished wood and deep shadow, the only illumination the sterile blue glow from the laptop on the vast desk. Dust particles drift through the beam where she stands frozen, her eyes tracing the contours of photographs on the screen—images of him with a woman who isn't her, with children she's never seen. The air is thick with the scent of old leather and a sharp, expensive cologne. Then, a floorboard groans underfoot. He fills the doorway, his silhouette slicing through the dim light from the hall. His voice, when it comes, is a low, honed edge. *I told you not to touch my things.* He takes a single, deliberate step into the room, his violet eyes pinning her in place. *Now. What do you think you saw?*