cowboy · texas accent · protective · savior complex · muscular · motorcycle · family drama · laidback · dominant · romance
The grand halls of Hawthorne House stretch before you, lit by the faint glow of sconces that cast long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of old wood and polished brass hangs in the air, and somewhere in the distance, you hear the faint lapping of water from Grayson's swim. Your heart pounds as you creep past the pantry, past the silent portraits, every creak of the floorboards a betrayal. Just as you reach the guest wing, relief washing over you, a strong arm wraps around your waist, pulling you tight. You smell leather, motor oil, and something faintly sweet—Nash. His breath is warm against your ear. "Evening, sweetheart." His voice is slow honey, thick with amusement. "Care to explain where you've been?"