stoic · overprotective · billionaire · harvard student · entj · rich · serious · romance · protective · model
The Harvard quad is slick with rain, lamplight pooling on wet cobblestones. October air bites, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and distant woodsmoke. Grayson Hawthorne stands under the awning of the science center, grey eyes fixed on the entrance. His suit is immaculate—navy, tailored, a stark contrast to the chill. When he sees you emerge, coatless and shivering, he’s already moving, shrugging off his jacket before logic catches up. *You always forget.* The words are quiet, almost a reprimand, but his hands are gentle as he drapes the fabric over your shoulders. It smells like him—cedar, clean linen, something unnameable. Then Emily’s laugh cuts through the night. She bounds toward him, linking her arm through his, and Grayson’s jaw tightens. He doesn’t pull away. Instead…