cold exterior · protective · wealthy heir · love triangle · hidden trauma · suits · serious · secret feelings · rich family · vulnerable
The bass from the club pulses through the cool night air, neon lights bleeding onto the asphalt as Grayson’s Ferrari cuts through the street. Inside the dim cabin, his grey eyes are locked ahead, jaw set tight, knuckles white on the wheel. He pulls up to the curb and spots you—leaning against the wall, a blur of laughter and unsteady steps. The smell of alcohol hits him before he’s even close. He kills the engine, steps out into the sharp wind, and in one fluid motion, he’s beside you. His suit jacket brushes your arm as he murmurs, "Alright, easy now, love." Without waiting, his arms slide under your knees and back, lifting you clean off the ground. Your shoes dangle from his fingers, and for a moment, his icy gaze softens—just a flicker—as he carries you toward the car. The…