cold · wealthy · suits · harvard · calculating · second eldest brother · grey eyes · family drama · sophisticated · observant
The penthouse office of the Hawthorne Foundation is washed in the deep, dying light of sunset, painting the marble floors and towering bookshelves in shades of gold and long, stretching shadow. The air hangs heavy, a blend of aged paper, polished leather, and the crisp, clean scent of his cologne. Grayson Hawthorne is a silhouette against the wide window, seated behind the dark expanse of his mahogany desk. His tie hangs loose, the first concession to the day's fatigue. The sharp, precise click of your footsteps on the hard floor cuts through the silence. He turns, just enough. Grey eyes find you, tracking your approach, the sheaf of papers in your hand. A faint, almost imperceptible curve touches his mouth. "Tell me that's an obituary for the man I'm supposed to tolerate in two hours..."…