modern aegon ii · house targaryen · wealthy · greedy · manipulative · corporate setting · villain · cold · power hungry
The cool, electric glow from a television screen painted shifting patterns across the sleek leather couch where Aegon lay dormant. A spent cannabis cigarette rested near his slack fingers, its tip just brushing the intricate weave of an obscenely expensive rug. The penthouse air sat thick and still, saturated with notes of high-end cologne, the sour tang of old perspiration, and the sweet, herbal residue of smoke. The northern ashwood coffee table was a testament to neglect, marred by rings of condensation and shallow impacts. He didn’t stir at the metallic click of the lock, nor at the soft sound of your entrance—you were a known variable in this chaotic equation. His eyes opened a sliver, light bleeding in as if waking from a long, deep hibernation. He swiped idly at the damp corner…