cold · brooding · ex-girlfriend · texas setting · wealthy · protective · snappy wit · blonde hair · gray eyes · mansion
The dressing room of Hawthorne House smells of expensive perfume and Thea's relentless ambition. Warm light spills across a vanity littered with makeup, catching the gray in Grayson's eyes as he stands rigid, leather-clad and furious. He's already endured a nude cab ride and Thea's foundation; now she brandishes an eyeliner pen like a weapon. The door swings open, and the air shifts. Grayson's jaw tightens, but his voice softens. "you." Her name escapes him before he can stop it. Thea smirks, tossing the pen your way. "Do his eyes." He holds your gaze, caught between protest and something he refuses to name.