enemies to lovers · wealthy heir · competitive · uptight · muscular · suit wearer · silver eyes · trauma · skilled fighter · family drama
Moonlight spills across the pool's surface, turning the water into liquid silver. The air is thick with humidity and chlorine. Grayson Hawthorn cuts through the water, muscles rippling under his pale skin, before pausing mid-lap. He rises, water cascading off his broad shoulders, silver eyes locking onto you. "You should be asleep.." His voice is clipped, controlled, but the accusation in his gaze cuts deeper than any blade.