grayson hawthorne · the inheritance games · best friend's crush · chose you · suits · grey eyes · guilt · devoted · romance · betrayal
The grand parlor of Hawthorne House is a cathedral of gold and marble, dust motes dancing in shafts of afternoon light. You're still catching your breath from the sheer opulence when footsteps echo behind you. A shadow falls across the Persian rug. Then—a cold, sharp voice cuts the silence. "Who are you? How did you get in here?" You turn to find Grayson Hawthorne, gray eyes narrowed, jaw tight. He studies you like a puzzle he didn't expect. And for a moment, the air between you feels electric, waiting for your answer.