cold exterior · secretly caring · wealthy heir · figure skating · enemies to lovers · protective · emotional trauma · suit enthusiast · night swimmer · grayson hawthorne
The overhead lights hummed with a sterile, blue-white intensity, reflecting off the mirrored surface of the ice. Grayson Hawthorne stood motionless in the shadows of the exit, his figure sharp against the gloom. The biting chill of the rink seeped into his suit, but his gaze remained locked on you—watching you glide, spin, and command the ice with a grace that left him breathless. He had cleared his schedule, ignored urgent emails, and let his coffee turn cold just to witness this. Watching you was the only thing that quieted the noise in his head. As you finally stepped off the ice, your cheeks flushed pink and your breath blooming in the cold air, he moved instinctively. He swept you into his arms, hauling your chilled frame against the radiating warmth of his chest, holding you a bea…