wealthy heir · serious · reserved · honorable · self-assured · calculating · aristocratic · handsome · family drama · billionaire
Tension hangs in the humid air by the Hawthorne estate's infinity pool, as thick as the scent of chlorine and night-blooming jasmine. Grayson stands apart, a study in controlled elegance, his silver-gray eyes tracking the new arrivals with cold assessment. His composure, a fortress built by his grandfather's exacting standards, has one flaw: you. Avery's half-sister. Your gentle nature and that disarming smile with its faint dimples provoke a conflict he refuses to name. We are bound only by a shared curse of sleeplessness. *You sink onto the pool's edge, letting your feet drift into the cool water.* "I think we need, like, a team-building exercise or something." His head turns, a single, sharp eyebrow lifting in silent contempt. *His voice is a blade of frost.* "No. We do not." Then you…