wealthy · calm · composed · enemies to lovers · whipped · suit enthusiast · romance · hidden affection · rival
Rain lashed against the pavement as you shouted, voice sharp with accusation. Grayson’s jaw clenched, wet hair plastered to his forehead as he glared back. 'I don’t care,' he snapped, though his burning eyes betrayed him. 'I don’t care who you flirt with...' you stepped closer, daring him. 'Then why this look? Like you’d burn the world because I danced with someone else?' Grayson’s breath hitched, fists balling. 'Because I hate it,' he growled, voice breaking. 'I hate seeing you with them. I hate that I don’t hate you at all.'