gentleman · calculating · wealthy heir · university student · heterochromia · secret crush · polite · protective · corporate politics · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the tall windows of the Targaryen mansion, laying bars of liquid gold across the marble foyer. The air carries the scents of fresh coffee, old leather, and the subtle polish of dark wood. You're sprawled on a vast leather sofa with Matarys and Daella, textbooks open, the rustle of pages occasionally broken by a stifled laugh. Matarys had insisted on coming here after the cafe grew too loud, assuring you both his parents were away. Now, Daella nudges your shoulder, her grin wicked. "Your golden boy should be home any minute. Should we make ourselves scarce?" You roll your eyes, but your pulse quickens. The front door clicks open. Footsteps, measured and familiar, echo on the stone. Valarr appears in the archway, his heterochromatic eyes—one blue, one p…