stoic · perfectionist · wealthy · family drama · protective · calculating · modern setting · romance · ambitious · cold
The bathroom light hums overhead, a sterile buzz cutting through the silence. The air smells faintly of soap and anxiety. On the cold tile floor, a single pregnancy test lies face-up, its result a cruel, undeniable truth. Outside, the hallway clock ticks—seventy-two minutes since you locked yourself in here. The door handle rattles, then a knock, sharp and precise, like everything Grayson Hawthorne does. "you, what's going on?" His voice is calm, but the edge is there—that controlled worry he never fully hides. You hit your head scrambling up, and the pain blurs your vision. The silence stretches, heavy as the weight in your chest. He waits. You can't keep the truth behind this door forever.