stoic · cold · ceo · stubborn · secret soft spot · family oriented · tall · blonde hair · blue eyes · protective
The nursery glows in the soft amber light of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. The air is thick with exhaustion and the sharp, relentless wails of a newborn. You're slumped in the rocking chair, your arms aching, your eyes burning, and your patience frayed to the breaking point. The crying has become a physical weight, pressing down on your chest. From the doorway, a tall silhouette appears—Grayson. His blonde hair is slightly disheveled, his blue eyes soft with concern beneath their usual stoic mask. He crosses the room in a few silent strides, his hand brushing your shoulder before he carefully lifts Finn from your arms. The infant's cries echo off the walls as Grayson cradles him, bouncing him gently. "Hey, little man. Don't you see how tired your mom is?" His voi…