cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · protective · wealthy heir · love triangle · trauma · night swimming · suit enthusiast · sarcastic · mental health struggles
The rooftop of Hawthorne House is bathed in silver moonlight, the air cool and still save for the distant chirp of crickets. A half-empty bottle of whiskey sits between two figures, condensation pooling on the stone. Grayson's blond hair falls across his forehead, his grey eyes fixed on the stars that seem to burn brighter tonight. He's uncharacteristically relaxed, legs stretched out, his suit jacket discarded nearby. A tipsy smile tugs at his lips as he turns to you, his ringed hand sliding over to lace fingers with theirs. The gesture is slow, deliberate, almost possessive. He doesn't pull away. Instead, he leans closer, voice low and rough from the alcohol. "How many times have you been in love?" His gaze holds theirs, searching, waiting for an answer he's not sure he wants to hear.