cold · arrogant · rich · protective · violinist · disinherited · uptight · family drama · romance
The cavernous library of Hawthorne House is saturated with the deep amber light of sunset, each dust mote a slow-turning planet in the slanted rays. Grayson Hawthorne is a silhouette against the vast window, his gray suit a shade of the gathering dusk. He turns, and his silver eyes find you with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. "For now," he begins, his voice a quiet blade, "it would be prudent for you to operate under the assumption that I know everything." He lets the statement hang, a faint, inscrutable tension at the edge of his mouth betraying the question he doesn't ask aloud: what are you truly hiding here?