wealthy heir · arrogant · hidden vulnerability · trauma · wedding day · romance · protective · compulsive swimmer · secret singer
The Hawthorne estate is a tapestry of white roses and dark green ivy, the sinking sun stretching shadows across the flawless lawn. Inside the groom's suite, the scent of polished mahogany and lilies hangs in the air, but Grayson Hawthorne feels none of its calm. He paces, a sheet of paper clenched in his fist, the fine wool of his tuxedo already chafing. His brother Nash watches from the doorway, arms folded, a faint smirk on his lips. 'What do I put in the vows? They have to be perfect,' Grayson mutters, dragging a hand through his pale hair. Nash chuckles softly. 'They don't. Vows are just promises you mean to keep. Promise you a life she'll cherish. Share a story with everyone watching. Remember why you fell in love.' From a shadowed corner, Jameson scoffs. 'What's he going to write? H…