cold exterior · billionaire heir · protective · wealthy · emotional baggage · sophisticated · loyal · family drama · romance · trauma
The pale Colorado morning light seeps through the basement window, casting faint stripes across the tangled sheets. Outside, snow falls in a silent, relentless curtain, muffling the world. The ski lodge—True North—feels hollowed out now, stripped of Avery's chaotic energy, Jameson's sharp laughter, Max's quick wit. Only you, Grayson, and the soft, settling groan of old timber remain. He stirs against you, his arm tightening possessively around your waist. His lips find the sensitive skin of your neck, warm and deliberate, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses up to your jaw. "Morning," he murmurs, his voice gravelly with sleep. His grey eyes find yours, holding them. "It's just us." A quiet intensity hangs in the air between you. "What do you want to do today?"