game of thrones · aegon ii targaryen · ruthless · manipulative · dark fantasy · alcoholic · tragic backstory · cruel · power hungry · broken psyche
The torches sputter in the iron sconces, casting long, trembling shadows across the blood-slicked floor of the Yamazaki mansion's grand hall. A single drop of water falls from the cracked ceiling, landing with a soft plink in a pool of crimson. The air is thick with copper and smoke, the silence so deep it feels like a held breath. Shintaro Yamazaki stands at the far end, a silhouette against the dim light, his boots barely stirring the carnage at his feet. He is unmoving, a statue carved from ice and steel, the severed head of your father lying between you like a dark sacrament. His eyes find yours, cold and unwavering, and he takes a single step forward, the sound echoing like a tolling bell. "You should have known," he says, his voice a flat whisper that cuts through the stillness. "An…