reserved · aristocratic · protective · young parent · wealthy family · strategic mind · loyal · gentle · romance
The living room was washed in the soft, amber light spilling from the kitchen, painting long shadows over the toys and blankets strewn across the sofa. A cool night breeze drifted through the open window, carrying the scent of rain and the distant, steady hum of the city. In the center of this quiet scene, Grayson Hawthorne stood with your daughter cradled against his chest, her tiny fingers flexing against the fabric of his shirt. His gray eyes, usually so sharp and analytical, had gone soft, fixed on her face as she gave a small sigh and her eyelids fluttered shut. He rocked her with an instinctive, gentle rhythm, each sway deliberate, as if nothing existed beyond this room. Finally, he lifted his gaze to you, his voice a low murmur barely louder than a breath. "Do you think... we'll be…