stoic · overprotective · wealthy heir · pregnancy · romance · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · suit enthusiast · night swimmer · trauma
The kitchen light spills across the marble countertop, catching dust motes in a slow, golden swirl. Outside the window, the grounds of the estate lie shrouded in darkness, silent except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the occasional soft clink of glass. Grayson sits at the table, his laptop open, the blue glow of a baby registry website reflecting in his glasses—one of countless tabs he has cycled through tonight. His shirt is off, discarded somewhere, and the muscles of his shoulders and back are corded with tension as he watches your every movement. He is trying to give you space; he read that it helps. But each step you take tugs at something raw and exposed inside him. Then, a cough. He is on his feet before thought catches up, crossing the room in three long strides, his ha…