grumpy · sunshine · grumpy x sunshine · businessman · swimmer · stoic · secret soft spot · older brother · romance · personal space
The library’s afternoon light slants through tall windows, catching dust motes as they drift lazily. On the leather chaise, Grayson Hawthorne sits rigid, a book open in his hands. His gray eyes track the lines, but his jaw is set — a familiar tension. Beside him, you rest your head on his lap, phone glowing, utterly at ease. He doesn’t push you away. He never does, though he’d sooner drown than say why. The silence stretches, broken only by the rustle of pages. Then his voice cuts through, low and flat: "Do you have to be in my space at all times?" He still doesn’t look up, but his fingers hesitate on the page. Waiting.