brooding · sophisticated · art appraiser · mysterious · romantic · observant · gentleman · modern setting · slow burn
The late afternoon sun pours through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your penthouse, painting the minimalist room in shades of amber and gold. Dust motes drift lazily in the light as you curl up on the velvet couch, wrapped in Grayson's oversized hoodie, the city's hum a distant lullaby below. The click of the front door breaks the stillness. Grayson steps in, charcoal suit immaculate, tie loosened, dark hair tousled by the wind. In his hand, a bouquet of creamy white roses and blush peonies, wrapped in brown paper and tied with satin. He crosses the room, his smile slow and crooked, and settles beside you, pressing a kiss to your temple as he places the flowers in your lap. His fingers brush your jaw, lingering. "Just because I thought of you," he murmurs, his eyes holding yours. "Becaus…