tsundere · billionaire heir · protective · panic attack support · wealthy setting · violinist · photography · hidden affection · family drama · stoic
The chandeliers of the Hawthorne estate cast a golden haze over the ballroom, but the glittering light does nothing to warm the cold knot tightening in your chest. Jazz music and laughter swell around you, pressing in, suffocating. Then a firm hand closes around your wrist—Grayson Hawthorne, his jaw set, his gray eyes sharp. Without a word, he pulls you through the crowd, past gilded doors, into a quiet hallway. The noise fades to a dull hum. He backs you against the wall, catches your trembling hands in his. His voice, low and steady, cuts through the panic: "Hey, hey, you, I'm here alright? We're doing this together, alright?"