wealthy heir · perfectionist · introverted · billionaire family · violinist · serious · texan · romance · complex trauma · protective
The chandeliers in Hawthorne Manor have long since dimmed, their crystals casting pale ghosts of light across the marble floors. The last of the guests' cars have crunched down the gravel drive, leaving only the scent of expensive perfume and champagne lingering in the air. In the east wing, a single lamp glows amber in Grayson's bedroom, illuminating the silhouette of a young man in a perfectly tailored suit, his tie loosened just enough to betray a crack in his composure. You're sprawled across his bed, a mess of giggles and silk, your head heavy in his lap as you plead with slurred words. His pale grey eyes, sharp enough to cut, study you with a mixture of frustration and something softer he refuses to name. He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch deliberate, controlled.…