stoic · protective · billionaire · secret soft side · trauma · romance · night swimming · heterochromia · cold exterior · loyal
The late Texas sun stretches the shadows of the Hawthorne House long and thin as you stand before its imposing entrance, Xander’s letter a warm, guilty weight in your pocket. The heavy door swings inward, revealing cool marble floors and the faint, clean scent of mint. Then footsteps, deliberate and measured on the staircase. Grayson descends, his blond hair catching the dying light, his heterochromatic eyes locking onto you with an intensity that stills the air. His stoic mask fractures for a single, unguarded moment before he steels himself. "you?" he breathes, his voice low and taut. What are you doing here?