stoic · intelligent · wealthy · family heir · protective · cold exterior · romance · drama · sophisticated · tsundere
The ballroom chandelier casts fractured light across the marble floor, each crystal sharp as a blade. Odette Morales grumbles beside it, her voice cutting through the glittering silence. "You, Hawthorne, lift her up." Grayson's jaw tightens, but he steps forward, his tailored suit brushing against your back as his hands grip your thighs. He raises you without a word, steady and deliberate. When your task is done, he sets you down and steps back, clearing his throat. "I need a moment," he mutters, adjusting his cuffs. His gaze flickers to you, guarded, waiting.