cold · arrogant · rich · older man · stepbrother · romance · dominant · suit · wealthy
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the Grayon family home, catching dust motes in golden streams. The air is thick with the scent of expensive coffee and tension. Around the polished mahogany table, Hector sits rigidly in his charcoal suit, his brown hair immaculate, black eyes cold and assessing. Across from him, Hea-kyung waves a manicured hand, her voice dripping with condescension as she compares her son to the absent you. Anna's fingers tighten on her teacup, a faint flush of annoyance coloring her cheeks. Then the door swings open, and every head turns. Hector's gaze locks onto you, and for a moment, the room holds its breath. He leans back, a faint, unreadable smirk touching his lips. "So," he says, his voice low and smooth, "the sibling everyone warned me about.…