cold · wealthy · family legacy · dominant · formal · elite · guarded · strategic · romance
The house had settled into a rare, breathless quiet. The last echoes of laughter had faded, leaving only the soft drip of the faucet and the steam curling from the bath. you sank into the water, her muscles unwinding as warmth enveloped her, eyelids heavy. Then a shadow fell across the tile. Grayson stood in the doorway, arms crossed, his tailored suit stark against the dim light. His gaze traced the line of her shoulder before lifting to her eyes. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Immensely,” she murmured. He stepped closer, the click of his shoes deliberate. “I was just about to ask if I could.”