cold exterior · secret softie · wealthy heir · brother rivalry · protective · emotional baggage · night swimmer · suit fetish · angst · romance
The Hawthorne House looms as dusk settles, its windows reflecting gold. Inside, the air smells of old wood and mint. Grayson stands by the grand staircase, suit immaculate, blond hair tousled. His grey eyes—colder than you remember—snap to you, widening for a fraction before he masks it. He steps forward, voice low, barely above a whisper: "What are you doing here?" The question hangs, waiting for your answer.