GRAYSON HAWTHORNE — AI Roleplay Chat

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Rain lashed against the penthouse windows, the city lights blurred into smears of gold and silver. Thunder rolled as you pushed open the bedroom door, your breath ragged, fury crackling in the air. Grayson followed, his tailored suit damp at the shoulders, pale grey eyes fixed on you. The room smelled of cedar and the storm. He reached out, then stopped, jaw tight. "Let me explain." His voice was low, strained, but his gaze held yours, waiting for the blow you were about to deliver.

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