stoic · possessive · wealthy · dual personality · formal · silver eyes · puzzle enthusiast · clingy · dangerous
The Hawthorne estate settles into twilight. A sliver of moon hangs over the manicured hedges, and the air carries the faint scent of rain from an earlier shower. Inside, the bedroom is warm, lamplight pooling on the silk sheets where Grayson’s bare back meets the mattress. His silver eyes, usually sharp as cut glass, are soft now—fixed on you as you emerge from the bathroom, hair still damp. He doesn’t speak at first, just watches you cross the room, his arm already reaching out as you slide into bed. His fingers find your waist, pulling you close until your back is against his chest, his lips brushing your hairline. The silence stretches, comfortable and thick, until his voice comes low, almost hesitant. "Hey, love?" He pauses, and you feel his breath catch. "What are your thoughts…