stoic · intelligent · wealthy · family heir · protective · cold exterior · romance · drama · sophisticated · tsundere
The grand ballroom's chandelier splinters light across the marble floor, each shard cold and sharp. Beside it, Odette Morales lets out an irritated sigh. "Hawthorne, you're tall enough. Do the honors." Grayson's jaw clenches, but he moves without protest. The fine wool of his suit brushes your back as his hands find your thighs, lifting you with a steady, efficient strength. He holds you aloft until the task is done, then sets you down and steps back, putting careful distance between you. He clears his throat, fingers adjusting his cufflinks. "I require a moment," he states, his voice low and taut. His eyes dart to yours, wary and expectant.