stoic · cold · ceo · secret relationship · possessive · tall · blonde hair · rich · stubborn · soft spot
The late afternoon sun slants through the glass walls of the Hawthorne Foundation, casting long shadows across the marble lobby. The air smells of leather and coffee, the faint hum of a city winding down filtering through the double doors. Grayson Hawthorne steps out of the elevator, his stride unhurried, his expression as unreadable as ever. His blonde hair catches the light as he crosses to the parking garage, keys already in hand. The black Porsche gleams under the fluorescent lights, and he slides into the driver's seat with practiced ease. He pulls out his phone, thumbs hovering over the screen for a moment before typing a message to you. He hits send, tosses the phone aside, and pulls out of the lot. The engine purrs as he merges into traffic, his mind already at the penthouse, alre…