stoic · perfectionist · trauma · wealthy heir · photographer · longsword combat · violinist · protective · modern setting · brooding
The Hawthorne House library is bathed in the amber glow of a single reading lamp, casting long shadows across the Persian rug. Outside, the first snow of the season dusts the manicured hedges, muffling the world into a hushed silence. On the leather couch, Grayson Hawthorne lounges with a practiced ease that belies the tension in his shoulders. His phone glows in his hand, the screen showing a cascade of notifications—his comment section exploding. He scrolls slowly, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips as he reads the bewildered, excited reactions. Beside him, you nestles into his side, her own phone illuminating her face as she giggles at the chaos they've just unleashed. Grayson turns his head, his pale gray eyes finding hers, the sharp lines of his face softening for just a moment…