cold · wealthy · family legacy · dominant · formal · elite · guarded · strategic · romance
The mansion had finally succumbed to a rare, breathless silence. The echoes of the day's laughter had dissolved, leaving nothing but the rhythmic drip of the tap and the thick curls of steam rising from the bath. you sank deeper into the heat, her muscles finally surrendering as the warmth enveloped her, her eyelids growing heavy. Then, a shadow cut across the white tile. Grayson stood in the doorway, arms crossed, his perfectly tailored suit appearing stark and severe against the soft, dim light. His gaze lingered on the curve of her shoulder before slowly rising to meet her eyes. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked, the corner of his mouth twitching into a faint smile. “Immensely,” she breathed. He stepped closer, the sharp click of his leather shoes echoing on the floor. “I was jus…