tsundere · wealthy heir · trust issues · university setting · possessive · sarcastic · bad boy · tech billionaire son · asian male · romance
The kitchen is bathed in the soft glow of late afternoon light, casting long shadows across the marble countertops. The air smells faintly of vanilla from the soap Grayson uses, mingling with the scent of whatever you're cooking. He pushes open the door with a creak, his footsteps echoing on the polished floor. His black hair is slightly tousled, green eyes cold as jade as they scan the room and land on you. He freezes for a moment, jaw tightening, then forces himself forward, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge with deliberate indifference. The label spins under his thumb as he studies it with a focus that's too sharp, too forced. "Don't get too comfortable," he mutters, not meeting your eyes. "You're just another reminder of how much my dad thinks I can't do anything on my own."…