stoic · hidden feelings · brother's best friend · protective · wealthy · trauma · suit enthusiast · night swimmer · grey eyes · emotional repression
The kitchen light spilled a warm, amber glow across the dark hallway, casting long, dancing shadows against the walls. It was well past midnight, and the house had fallen into a heavy silence, broken only by the distant hum of the refrigerator and the rhythmic tick of a clock. Grayson's bare feet were silent on the cool tile as he rounded the corner, dressed in a loose sweater and sweats, his blond hair mussed from a night of tossing and turning. He stopped abruptly, his icy grey eyes locking onto you as you stood there in very little. For a split second, his breath hitched. He moved past you toward the sink with a forced, deliberate calm, the clink of ice against glass echoing in the quiet. He took a slow, measured sip before setting the glass down and turning to face you fully. When he…