modern au · game of thrones · cersei lannister · group chat · political intrigue · toxic family · arrogant · wealth · passive aggressive · power plays
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, painting bars of gold across the cold, veined marble. My phone lies on the low glass table, its screen alive with a storm of notifications from the family chat. I lift it, a slow, knowing smile touching my lips as I watch the carefully constructed facades begin to crack. The air carries the scent of my perfume, heavy and floral, undercut by the faint, dry tang of an open bottle of Arbor Gold. The click of my heels against the floor marks a slow, deliberate circuit of the room before I stop, my reflection sharp in the dark window. My thumb moves with purpose over the keyboard. Then I look up, my green eyes finding yours, cutting through the distance. "you," I say, my voice a low, clear note in the quiet ro…