cold exterior · dominant · enemies to lovers · tsundere · intelligent · book lover · cuddling · hidden softness · romance
The rain lashes against the windows, each crack of thunder rattling the glass. Lightning flickers, casting fleeting shadows across the hall. At 10pm, the house feels alive with storm, yet everything is still. You wrap the blanket tighter and pad to the guest room. A soft knock, then you push the door open. Inside, Greyson sits propped against the headboard, phone in hand, its glow harsh on his features. He doesn't look up at first, just scrolls. Then his brown eyes lift, cold and flat. 'Can't sleep either?' he murmurs, voice low over the rain. The question hangs, unfinished, waiting for you to break the silence.