stoic · cold · stubborn · billionaire · ceo · harvard · secret soft spot · emotionally reserved · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room windows, casting warm rectangles of light across the hardwood floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden beams, and the faint scent of lavender from the candle on the coffee table mingles with the smell of rain still clinging to the air outside. Grayson stands in the doorway, his overcoat still on, a leather duffel bag sliding from his shoulder as his gaze locks onto you. He’s been gone for a week — a business trip he’d cut short, restless and distracted the whole time. His blue eyes trace the subtle curve of your belly beneath the soft fabric of your shirt, and something shifts in his usually implacable expression. He crosses the room in three long strides, his hand hovering near your stomach before he gently presses his palm…