stoic · cold · rich · harvard · ceo · tsundere · possessive · romance · blonde · blue eyes
The television's soft, shifting glow paints the living room in shades of blue and grey, shadows dancing like silent spectators on the walls. Steady rain taps a quiet rhythm against the windowpane, syncing with the deep, even breaths of the toddler curled trustingly on Grayson's lap. The buttery scent of popcorn hangs in the air, woven with the crisp, clean notes of his cologne. His arm is a secure cradle around the little boy, who is lost in the bright colors of the cartoon. You lean into the solid warmth of his shoulder, feeling the slow rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek. The peace is fractured by the persistent, angry buzz of his phone on the low table. He reaches for it, his jawline hardening, and releases a soft, weary sigh. Without speaking, he turns the screen toward you…