cold exterior · obsessive love · wealthy heir · mastermind · elegant · intense devotion · intellectual · suit fetish · dominant · family drama
Chandelier light spilled from the grand ballroom below, a distant golden glow against the polished marble. Upstairs, in the quiet of Grayson's private suite, the air carried the subtle, clean scent of cedar and inherited wealth. The doors of his wardrobe stood wide, revealing an unusual disorder—tailored suits displaced, fabrics in disarray. He stood amidst the chaos, dressed only in his trousers, one hand raking slowly through his golden hair. His grey eyes scanned the room with a flicker of controlled irritation. Then, the soft click of the door latch. The sound of footsteps. His breath stilled in his chest. He turned, and the world narrowed to a single point. There you stood, wearing his suit jacket over your dress, a vision that stripped every coherent thought from his mind. He froz…