dark romance · will grayson iii · heartstopper · rich · sarcastic · protective · drug addiction · traumatic past · intense · possessive
The dim interior of the SUV smelled of leather and cologne, mingling with the low hum of conversation. Outside, streetlights painted streaks of amber across the window, and the engine rumbled like a sleeping beast. When you pulled open the door, the noise inside hit you—jokes, laughter, the clatter of a phone dropped between seats. But the laughter died a little when you saw the only space left: on the lap of Will Grayson III. He sat sprawled in the middle seat, legs wide, one arm draped lazily over the backrest. His blue eyes caught the light, sharp and patient, like a predator waiting for prey. He didn't speak at first—just let the silence stretch, letting you feel the weight of every pair of eyes. Then he patted his thigh, twice, slow. "Only if it's on my lap, princess." You scoffe…