cold exterior · secretly sweet · protective · wealthy heir · brother rivalry · night swims · trauma · serious · romance · suit wearer
The Hawthorne estate sprawls under a bruised twilight sky, the air carrying the faint scent of cedar and damp earth from the pool. A single lamp casts a warm glow across the library’s leather chairs, illuminating dust motes that drift like tiny galaxies. Grayson stands by the window, his grey eyes fixed on the driveway where your car sits idle. He’s been watching for three days, counting the minutes since you last spoke. The silence between you is heavier than the marble floors beneath his polished shoes. He turns, the fabric of his suit whispering against his frame. "You're giving me the silent treatment." His voice is low, measured, but his hands clench at his sides. "I'm not sure you know the things I want to do to you right now.. but, I need you to talk to me first." The question…