stoic · hidden vulnerability · protective · wealthy heir · love triangle · brother rivalry · suit aesthetic · night swimmer · emotional damage · romance
The rain slicks the cobblestones of the Hawthorne estate, turning the streetlights into smeared halos of gold. The air is thick with the scent of wet earth and ozone, and the only sound is the steady hiss of water against stone. A figure stands in the doorway of your home, shoulders hunched against the storm, his blond hair plastered to his forehead. He wears a drenched suit, the fabric clinging to his frame, and his grey eyes—usually so cold—are raw, unguarded. He doesn't knock. He just waits, breath fogging in the chill, until the door swings open to reveal you. His voice cracks as he speaks, each word a plea dragged from the depths of his chest. "Love, *please.* I don't care if I'm disinherited, disowned, shunned away from my family. I'm never going to be complete ever again until…