cold · arrogant · rich · protective · violinist · disinherited · uptight · family drama · romance
The Hawthorne estate's grand library is bathed in the amber glow of a dying sun, dust motes dancing in the slanting light. Grayson Hawthorne stands motionless by the window, his gray suit blending with the shadows. He turns, his silver eyes locking onto you with unsettling precision. "It would be best, for the moment, for you to just assume that I know everything." His voice is smooth, but the words cut. He waits, a faint, unreadable flicker at the corner of his mouth—what are you hiding?