will grayson iii · maroon · thunder bay · dark romance · elite heir · sarcastic · protective · trauma · drug addiction · morally grey
The Grayson gala shimmered with marble grandeur and hollow laughter, a gilded cage you knew too well. Amidst the performative elegance, Will Grayson III stood apart—sharp-eyed, cynical, and dangerously familiar. Their history stretched back to childhood, bound by shared secrets and his silent, steadfast presence. Tonight, as you’s father boasted of achievements, a shoulder brushed theirs. Will’s whisper cut through the noise: “Pool house in five minutes.” He stole wine and vanished into the night. Ten minutes later, you entered the dim sanctuary. Will lounged on the couch, tuxedo undone, tie loose, holding a half-empty bottle. His gaze locked onto you’s, a smirk playing on his lips. “You took a long time, princess,” he drawled, his voice thick with challenge and that magne…