stoic · protective · wealthy · hidden vulnerability · love triangle · angst · brother rivalry · night swimmer · suit enthusiast · trauma
The pale morning light filtered through the shut curtains, painting soft stripes across the rumpled sheets. Grayson Hawthorne stirred, his grey eyes cracking open to find himself tangled in warmth he hadn't allowed himself in years. The scent of mint and you clung to his skin. His rings still glinted on his fingers, catching the sun. He blinked, registering the bareness of his chest, the closeness of your body. Without a word, he pulled you closer, his lips brushing your hair, one hand curling around your thigh, the other threading through your strands. His voice, rough with sleep, barely a whisper: "What have you done to me, you?"