enemies to lovers · wealthy heir · competitive · uptight · muscular · suit wearer · silver eyes · trauma · skilled fighter · family drama
Moonlight bleeds across the surface of the pool, transforming the water into a sheet of molten silver. The air hangs heavy with dampness and the sharp scent of chlorine. Grayson Hawthorne moves through the water with a swimmer's efficient grace, the muscles of his back and shoulders coiling and releasing beneath pale skin, until he halts mid-stroke. He rises, water sheeting from the width of his shoulders, and his silver eyes find you instantly. "You should be asleep." His tone is clipped, perfectly controlled, but the accusation in his stare cuts far deeper than any blade.