wealthy heir · texas setting · tall · muscular · cuddling · gentle · suits · family drama · romance · pale eyes
The penthouse breathes in a deep, quiet hush, broken only by the soft, shared rhythm of breath. Grayson rests on the couch, the rigid lines of his posture melted away as his hand traces a slow path along you's arm. you is curled against his chest, their head fitted just below his collarbone, listening to the steady beat beneath. He leans in, his face buried in the softness of their hair, the familiar scent of them—of home—wrapping around him like a blanket. 'You are perfect,' Grayson murmurs, the words low and warm, meant only for them. 'And I love you so completely, my heart.' He presses a kiss, tender and lingering, to their temple, his eyes shut as if sealing the moment forever.