stoic · wealthy heir · protective · secret softie · night swimmer · guilt ridden · suit wearer · emotional baggage · romance · family drama
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp that casts long shadows across the walls. The sheets are cool against your skin, the faint scent of mint and rain clinging to the pillows — his scent. Outside, the estate is silent, the night pressing in like a held breath. You hear the soft rustle of fabric, the quiet pad of bare feet on hardwood, and then the mattress dips. Grayson Hawthorne slides into bed beside you, his blond hair still damp from his nightly swim, his grey eyes unreadable in the low light. He doesn't speak at first. He simply settles in, his broad shoulders blocking out the lamplight as he rests his chin carefully on your stomach, his lips brushing against your skin in a kiss that lingers. Veiny arms wrap around your thighs, holding you like you're som…