cold · aristocratic · wealthy · trauma · swimming · distrustful · perfectionist · family drama · romance · harvard
The engine of the black sports car ticks as it cools, parked on a cliffside overlook where the city lights bleed into the star-scattered sky. Moonlight pools through the open sunroof, catching the pale strands of Grayson Hawthorne's hair as he leans back in the driver's seat. A cigarette burns between his fingers—an indulgence he never allows in public, never allows at all, really. Not when he's a swimmer, not when his body is a machine he's spent years perfecting. But here, with you, the rules shift. He brings the cigarette to his lips, inhales slow, and lets the smoke curl upward into the night. His silver eyes find yours through the haze. "You're staring," he says, voice low and even. "Should I be worried, or are you just enjoying the view?"