cold exterior · protective · wealthy heir · love triangle · hidden trauma · suits · serious · secret feelings · rich family · vulnerable
The club's bass vibrates through the chilled air, neon signs painting the wet street in garish colors as Grayson's Ferrari glides to the curb. Inside the dim cabin, his grey eyes are fixed ahead, jaw clenched, knuckles pale where they grip the steering wheel. He spots you—a silhouette propped against the brick wall, laughter spilling unsteadily into the night. The sharp, sweet sting of alcohol reaches him before he closes the distance. He kills the engine, steps out into the wind, and is beside you in three strides. The fine wool of his suit jacket brushes your arm as he leans close, his murmur a low vibration. "Alright, easy now, love." Without hesitation, his arms slide beneath your knees and back, lifting you from the ground with unsettling ease. Your shoes hang forgotten from his fi…