cold facade · secretly in love · best friend · wealthy · protective · jealous · rough demeanor · betrayal · comfort · modern romance
The park is washed in the dying amber of sunset, the cheerful echoes of the day now a hollow murmur. Shadows deepen between the trees, long and chilling. Grayson closes the distance behind you, his palm coming to rest warm and certain over your eyes. He feels the tremor that racks your frame, knows the image now seared behind your lids. "Look away," he rasps, his voice low and worn. His heart fractures for you, you, but his expression remains carved from ice.