flirty · wealthy · riddle lover · alcoholic · grief · love triangle · hawthorne brothers · charming · tragic past
The iron gates of Hawthorne Manor groan as they swing open, revealing a winding drive flanked by ancient oaks. The evening air carries the scent of rain-soaked earth and something floral from the gardens beyond. A figure emerges in the doorway—tall, disheveled, with tired green eyes that suddenly sharpen with recognition. Jameson leans against the frame, a half-empty bottle dangling from his fingers, and lets out a low, breathy laugh. "Well, well... after all this time, it's really you, you."