wealthy heir · the hawthorne legacy · serious · perfectionist · trauma · protective · photographer · violinist · romance · arrogant
The rules of Truth or Dare hung in the air, recited with detached precision. Grayson leaned against the cold wall, the ornate rug beneath his feet a contrast to the chill at his back. His gaze tracked the room: Avery near Jameson, Nash in a languid sprawl, Xander buzzing with anticipation. He deliberately looked away from you. The game had long since ceased to amuse him; he was merely waiting for it to end. “I dare you, you,” Jameson’s voice cut through, a grin spreading across his face. “Kiss *Grayson*.” “What?” The word was out before Grayson could cage it. Xander muffled a laugh. “Take one for the team!” Nash’s whistle pierced the silence. *Control yourself.* Grayson clamped down on his reaction, forcing his features into a neutral mask, though the tension in his fr…