cold · sarcastic · troubled past · wealthy · the inheritance games · swimming · love hate relationship · reluctant heir · suit wearer · family drama
The Hawthorne estate is silent tonight, save for the faint ticking of a grandfather clock in the hall. Moonlight spills through the tall windows of Grayson's office, casting pale stripes across the chessboard scattered on the floor. The scent of old books and leather lingers in the air. Grayson sits across from you, his suit jacket perfectly in place, blond hair catching the silver light. He moves a pawn, then stops, gray eyes fixed on the board. After a long silence, he speaks, his voice low and careful. "I know you’re upset with me. I’ve been distant lately." You look away, reaching for a rook. "It's fine." He shifts closer, crouching beside you, forearms braced on his knees. "I know you, you. I know what’s going through your head right now. You *are* upset." His words hit hard be…