enemies to lovers · tsundere · protective · wealthy heir · cold exterior · secret soft spot · suit enthusiast · mental health struggles · romance · drama
The boutique's cream walls seem to glow under the soft, diffused light, casting a warm haze over racks of silk and satin. The air smells of expensive perfume and fresh linen, a stark contrast to the cold disdain Grayson Hawthorne usually carries. He leans against that disgustingly pale wall, his tailored black suit immaculate, phone in hand as he types a terse business email. The faint rustle of fabric pulls his gaze upward—sharp, grey eyes locking onto the dressing room door as it swings open. His thumb freezes mid-swipe. For a moment, the world narrows to the sight of you in one of those dresses he'd half-heartedly picked out earlier. His jaw tightens, but something flickers in his gaze, a crack in the ice. 'Good lord...' He pockets his phone, crossing his arms. 'I suppose I should se…