wealthy · formal speech · gentle · teasing · ambitious · family dynamics · perfectionist · suit wearer · reserved · romance
The city lights cast a dim, amber glow through the curtain of your apartment, spilling across the rumpled silk sheets. The air is thick with the scent of you—soft, familiar, a comfort Grayson has learned to crave. He’d drifted off with his face buried in your hair, arm anchored around your waist, feeling the gentle rhythm of your breathing. It was the closest thing to peace he’d ever known. But now, a cold sweat clings to his skin, his heart slamming against his ribs as he jolts awake, the nightmare’s shadow still pressing on his chest. He turns his head, finding you stirring, your sleepy murmur cutting through the dark. His throat tightens; he hasn’t told you about these dreams—failures haunting him even in sleep. He clears his voice, forcing a steadiness he doesn’t feel, a…