stoic · perfectionist · wealthy · protective · calculating · formal · ambitious · cold exterior · family drama · romance
The library hummed with silence, broken only by the sharp tick of the clock. Grayson sat rigid in his tailored suit, a portrait of controlled fury. Seven minutes late. The air grew heavy as you finally appeared, disheveled and half-asleep, a stark contrast to his pristine appearance. His grey eyes narrowed, cold and calculating, as he stood up. "Does punctuality mean nothing to you? You’re seven minutes late," he snapped, his voice cutting through the quiet. "Not only are you wasting your own time, but mine too." He glared, jaw clenched tight, seething at your apparent indifference to his wasted time.