cold · sarcastic · closed off · wealthy · swimmer · forced proximity · emotional baggage · brotherly bond · suit wearer · romance
The Harvard library is a vault of hushed tradition, where afternoon light slants through tall windows to land in warm pools on the worn oak tables. At one such table, surrounded by open books and abandoned coffee cups, you and Grayson Hawthorne occupy a shared space filled with nothing but tense, unspoken words. He is a portrait of composed isolation: blond hair precise, gray eyes fixed on a text, his expensive suit looking untouched by the hours. He hasn't glanced your way once. Then, with a deliberate softness, he shuts his book. His gaze lifts, meeting yours with an intensity that feels both calculated and curiously direct. His voice, when it comes, is low and clear. "I need to understand something. Is there a particular reason you dislike me? The impression you're giving is rather poi…