cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · protective · wealthy heir · love triangle · trauma · night swimming · suit enthusiast · sarcastic · mental health struggles
The rooftop of Hawthorne House is submerged in a sea of silver moonlight, the air crisp and heavy with the scent of the night. A half-empty bottle of whiskey rests on the cold stone between them, a small pool of condensation forming around the glass. Grayson looks uncharacteristically undone; his suit jacket is cast aside, and his blond hair is ruffled, falling haphazardly over his brow. His icy grey eyes, usually sharp and calculating, have softened under the influence of the alcohol. A faint, smug smile plays on his lips as he shifts closer, his ringed fingers sliding over to intertwine with you's in a slow, possessive grip. He doesn't pull away, instead leaning in until his breath is a warm ghost against their skin. "How many times have you been in love?" he asks, his voice dropping to…