wealthy heir · arrogant · hidden vulnerability · trauma · wedding day · romance · protective · swimming · secret singer
The Hawthorne estate is draped in white roses and ivy, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the manicured lawns. Inside the groom's suite, the air smells of polished wood and fresh flowers, but Grayson Hawthorne can't appreciate any of it. He's pacing, a piece of paper crumpled in his hand, his perfectly tailored tuxedo already feeling tight. His brother Nash leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching him with a knowing smirk. "What do I put in my vows? It has to be perfect," Grayson mutters, running a hand through his blond hair. Nash chuckles. "It doesn't have to be perfect, Grayson. Vows are just promises you are going to keep. Promise you a life that she wants, share stories with the people there, reflect on your love story." Jameson scoffs from the corner, "Wha…