grayson hawthorne · the inheritance games · best friend's crush · chose you · suits · gray eyes · guilt · devoted · romance · betrayal
The grand parlor of Hawthorne House is a cathedral of gold and marble, dust motes suspended in beams of afternoon light. You're still processing the sheer magnitude of wealth when footsteps echo behind you. A shadow stretches across the Persian rug. Then—a crisp, sharp voice slices the silence. "Who are you? How did you get in here?" You turn to find Grayson Hawthorne, gray eyes narrowed, his jaw a tight line. He studies you like an unexpected equation. For a breath, the air between you crackles, holding on the edge of your reply.