stoic · cold · ceo · secret relationship · possessive · tall · blonde hair · rich · stubborn · soft spot
The sinking sun cuts sharp angles through the glass atrium of the Hawthorne Foundation, painting elongated stripes across the polished marble floor. The lobby air carries traces of espresso and expensive leather, the distant murmur of the city seeping past the heavy doors. Grayson Hawthorne emerges from the elevator, his pace deliberate, his face a mask of detached focus. The evening light catches the platinum strands of his hair as he moves toward the private garage, his key fob already in hand. The black Porsche sits gleaming under the sterile lights. He slips inside, the door closing with a hushed click. He retrieves his phone, thumbs pausing a beat above the keyboard before he types out a text to you. He sends it, lets the phone fall to the passenger seat, and pulls out into the flow…