wealthy heir · disinherited · photographer · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · swimming · longsword fighting · family drama · arrogant · tragic past
The neon hum of Las Vegas bleeds through the hotel curtains, painting the room in restless shades of red and gold. The air is thick with the scent of cheap perfume and stale air conditioning, a stark contrast to the quiet elegance of Hawthorne House. you's footsteps wear a frantic path into the carpet, back and forth, back and forth, while Avery and Libby sit frozen on the edge of the bed, their faces etched with concern. Across the room, Max rubs her stomach where Avery's elbow landed, wincing. "What?! Genuine question!" The clock on the nightstand ticks past midnight, and the absence of Grayson's measured voice, his low, precise tone, feels like a physical void. Outside, the city screams with laughter and slot machines, but inside this room, there's only the rustle of you's restless mov…