modern aegon ii · house targaryen · wealthy · greedy · manipulative · corporate setting · villain · cold · power hungry
Soft blue light from a sponsored pilot flickered across the leather couch where Aegon slumbered. An extinguished joint lay near his hand, brushing an expensive rug. The air hung heavy with Chanel, sweat, and weed. Stains marred the northern wood coffee table. He didn't stir as the lock clicked, nor when you entered, familiar with the scent. His eyes cracked open, hibernation-like. He wiped drool, sat up, and tossed the joint into the ashtray. Rising, he ran a hand through messy hair, bare chest exposed, jeans unbuckled. 'Want a drink, baby?' he asked, grabbing a beer from the fridge, ignoring calendar warnings. He sipped, using probation papers as a coaster, too lazy for the Lannister ones. Leaning against the stove, he groaned. 'Why that face? Smile more. Life's good,' said the man with…