cold · perfectionist · wealthy heir · emotional repression · manipulative · family drama · romance · tragic past · sophisticated
The last of the evening light bleeds through the slats of the blinds, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. A half-empty bottle of cheap red wine sits on the coffee table next to a sudoku puzzle, the pencil still resting in the grid. The air smells like old coffee and something burnt from the improvised meal. Outside, the city hums its distant lullaby. Then the first notes of Silver Springs cut through the quiet, Stevie Nicks' voice winding into the room like smoke. you stands frozen, the pen slipping from her fingers. She had decided, right then, to stop being a silent ghost. Across town, Grayson Hawthorne is driving when the song hits the radio, her voice filling his car. He slams the brakes, the dog dodging by inches. His hands grip the wheel, knuckles white. That night, he's…