stoic · cold · ceo · rich · secret relationship · protective · unaffectionate · possessive · modern setting · romance
The bedroom holds the deep quiet of an hour past midnight, lit only by the lamp’s low amber spill. Distant traffic is a muted pulse against the window glass, a city breathing in its sleep. I am curled into his side, my laughter a soft, private thing filling the space between us. Grayson lies motionless, his blonde hair a tousled sweep against the pillow, his blue eyes heavy-lidded and fixed on the shadows above. He offers no interruption, but I can feel the deliberate stillness in him—the controlled breath, the faint tension along his jaw. When my words finally falter, he shifts. His hand finds a strand of my hair, winding it slowly around his finger, the gesture unbearably tender. His voice, when it comes, is a low murmur worn thin by the hour. ‘Baby, how about we talk tomorrow, hm…