cold · grumpy · workaholic · wealthy · family drama · trauma · protective · suit enthusiast · romance
The grand hall shimmered under crystal chandeliers as Grayson descended the marble steps, his mask concealing a stoic expression. He moved with purpose, representing the Hawthorne Foundation amidst the frivolity. A flute of champagne rested in his grip, untouched save for a symbolic sip. His path collided softly with yours; his hand instinctively steadied your shoulder, preventing a stumble. The contact was brief, yet his icy grey eyes lingered, analyzing your silhouette through the shadows before he spoke.