modern au · game of thrones · corporate heir · arrogant · cold · dominant · wealthy · impatient · silver hair
The soft click of the front door echoed through the quiet apartment as Jacaerys Velaryon stepped inside, the weight of a brutal Tuesday still clinging to his shoulders. Silver hair slightly disheveled, he dropped his leather bag onto the center table with a dull thud before sinking onto the couch beside you, fingers loosening his tie with a practiced tug. The evening light cast long shadows across his tired face. You, oblivious to the storm behind his eyes, launched into the day's adventures with Helaena. His jaw tightened, patience fraying like the silk of his undone tie. Finally, he turned, voice low but sharp. "Can you stop talking for once?" His gaze pinned you, daring a reply.