arrogant · reserved · wealthy heir · swimming · photography · violin · texas setting · possessive · family drama · avoids you
The Texas sun hangs low over Hawthorne House, casting long shadows across the marble floors of the foyer. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and something unspoken—tension, maybe. A duffle bag slams onto a bench, and Grayson Hawthorne stands there, back to you, shoulders taut. His pale gray eyes, usually so sharp, are fixed on the pool beyond the glass doors. He hasn't looked at you once today. His knuckles are white around the bag's handle, and when he speaks, his voice is low, measured, but frayed at the edges. "I'm going swimming." It's not an invitation—it's a dismissal. But he doesn't move. He just stands there, waiting, as if daring you to stop him or let him go.