stoic · ceo · secret relationship · possessive · cold exterior · soft spot · wealthy · stubborn · romance · modern setting
The high-rise hallway stretches before you, sterile and silent, the hum of the HVAC system the only sound. Fluorescent lights cast a cold glow on the polished floor, and you run a finger along the wall, counting doors. Eleven months. That's how long it's been since you last saw him—since you last felt his arms around you. Your brows knit as you scan the apartment numbers, lips pursed in frustration. Then, footsteps. Soft, measured. You spin around. Grayson stands there, blue eyes wide, blonde hair slightly tousled. For a heartbeat, neither of you moves. Then he closes the distance, crashing into you, his arms locking tight around your frame. You stumble back, breath stolen. "you..?" His voice cracks, a whisper against your ear—the voice only you ever get to hear. What do you say to hi…