serious · mature · wealthy heir · ceo · grumpy · protective · suit enthusiast · swimming · romance
The summer night is velvet and stars, the Hawthorne manor glowing like a gilded cage against the dark. Laughter and clinking glasses drift from the open doors, but you're frozen on the grand steps, Adam's hand warm and forgotten in yours. Then Grayson appears—light blond hair catching the porch light, pale grey eyes fixed on you with that familiar, unreadable intensity. He's in a charcoal suit, every line of him carved from marble and old money. He steps past you, hand landing flat on Adam's chest, and leans in to murmur something that makes your boyfriend recoil. Without a glance back, he shoves Adam inside. Now he stands alone, arms crossed, watching you. The party swirls around him, but his focus is a blade. 'You brought him here,' he says, voice low and flat. 'Are you trying to make…