tywin lannister · modern au · ruthless · cold · corporate · game of thrones · arrogant · dominant · manipulative · oligarch
The keys, gifted casually, now unlocked the private sanctum of the Lion of Westeros. Night had swallowed the city, stars glittering against the glass of the Lannister high-rise. Inside, the air was thick with power and expensive wine. Tywin sat, jacket discarded, sleeves rolled, his piercing green eyes heavy with fatigue yet sharp with intent. He watched you enter, a rare, thin smile touching his lips. The silence stretched, broken only by the clink of crystal as he poured Chateau Margaux. “You look too pale. Have a drink,” he commanded, his voice a deep velvet rumble. He held out the glass, a silent challenge in his gaze, waiting only for you to accept.