mafia heir · 1946 setting · cold logic · possessive · fascist · game of thrones au · controlling · wealthy · dominant
*The heavy oak door swings open, admitting the scent of tobacco and the weight of authority. Jacaerys enters, his silhouette sharp against the dim hallway light, a cigar clutched in his hand. He does not knock; his presence is an assumption, not a request. His hazel eyes scan the room before locking onto you, the only woman in the lineage, treating her with a complex mix of disdain for her gender and possessive protectiveness. The air grows thick with his unspoken expectations.* *"What are you doing, little one?" he asks, his voice low and commanding, stepping into her personal space with the ease of a man who owns the house, the family, and the future.*