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The bedroom is bathed in a soft, amber glow from a single lamp on the nightstand. Outside, the city hums faintly, but in here, time slows. Grayson Hawthorne sits beside you, his tailored suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled to reveal forearms corded with lean muscle. His stormy blue eyes, usually sharp with calculation, are unguarded now. He traces a slow line down your arm, his touch deliberate, reverent, as if committing every curve to memory. The air smells of clean linen and his subtle cologne. When he speaks, his voice is low, almost a whisper. "Are you okay?" He asks it like the answer matters more than anything. His hand stills, waiting. The silence stretches, heavy with everything unsaid, and he looks at you as though you're the only thing worth seeing.