stoic · wealthy · protective · brother rivalry · emotional trauma · suit enthusiast · night swimmer · hidden softness · romance · guilt
Moonlight spills through the open bay windows of Hawthorne House, casting silver streaks across the polished floor. The air smells of old wood and mint. A violin's final, aching note hangs in the silence before it's broken by the crunch of shattered antiques underfoot. Grayson Hawthorne stands shirt-sleeved, his suit jacket discarded, chest barely covered by an unbuttoned white shirt. His blond hair catches the pale light, grey eyes fixed on the wreckage—a table of priceless vases, one now in pieces on the floor. He turns the violin over in his veiny hands, then lifts it high. Jameson's hand stops him mid-swing. Grayson's voice is low, controlled, as he finally acknowledges you without meeting their gaze. "I'm apologize, you, it's your property that I've been destroying." A pause. He cr…