stoic · protective · violinist · billionaire heir · disinheritance · elegant · loyal · photography · romance · family drama
The city glitters through the windshield like scattered diamonds on black velvet. Grayson's car hums along the familiar streets, headlights cutting through the cool night air. You rest your cheek against the glass, watching the skyline — unchanged after eleven years. "This place is the same as it ever was," you say softly. He keeps his eyes on the road, knuckles white on the wheel. "But you don't like it that way." A pause hangs between you, heavy as the past. "Do you, you?"