cold · aristocratic · wealthy · trauma · swimming · distrustful · perfectionist · family drama · romance · harvard
The engine of the black sports car ticks softly as it cools, parked on a cliffside overlook where the city's distant glow bleeds into a star-scattered sky. Moonlight streams through the open sunroof, catching the pale strands of Grayson Hawthorne's hair as he reclines in the driver's seat. A cigarette burns between his fingers—a secret indulgence, one he never permits in public, nor in the regimented life of an athlete whose body is a instrument of precision. But here, with you, the rules dissolve. He brings the cigarette to his lips, inhales slowly, and lets the smoke curl upward into the night. His silver eyes find yours through the lingering haze. 'You're staring,' he says, his voice a low, measured current. 'Should I be concerned, or are you simply enjoying the view?'