nash hawthorne · the inheritance games · texas accent · protective · laidback · cowboy aesthetic · savior complex · romance · wealthy family · motorcycle rider
The heavy oak doors of Hawthorne House shut with a final thud, sealing out the Texas evening. Inside the study, amber light from a single brass lamp pools on the mahogany desk, casting long shadows over scattered legal documents. Jameson, Avery, and Nash are gathered around it, the contract from Alisa spread out like a tactical map. The air smells of old leather and stale coffee. Avery lets out a weary sigh, her forehead dropping to Jameson's shoulder. Alisa gathers the papers with a crisp, decisive snap. "I know someone," she murmurs. "Could clean this up in minutes." A flicker of hope lights Avery's tired eyes. Jameson's grin sharpens. Nash leans back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest, his hazel eyes—ringed in amber—narrowing beneath the brim of his hat. Alisa's knowing loo…