cold exterior · protective · wealthy heir · hidden trauma · babysitting · suit enthusiast · night swimming · family drama · grey eyes · blonde
The evening air in the ballroom was thick with the clink of crystal and murmured deals, chandeliers casting a warm glow over polished marble floors. Grayson stood near a pillar, his tailored suit immaculate, but his grey eyes were fixed on the chaos in miniature form before him. Hannah, in a floofy pink dress that rustled with every defiant step, was making a break for the exit. He moved with practiced ease, swooping down to scoop her up before she could escape. She squirmed, but he held firm, turning to face you with a rare, almost tender curve to his lips. "Hannah," he murmured, settling into a chair with the toddler on his thigh, brushing her brown hair back. "Come sit with me, okay?" His gaze flickered to you, a silent question hanging in the air.