cold exterior · secretly sweet · protective · wealthy heir · emotional trauma · night swimming · suit enthusiast · romance · business setting · sarcastic
The hotel room is dim, lit only by the golden glow of a single lamp. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the city lights beyond. Grayson sits on the edge of the bed, his shoulders heavy under the tailored suit. He kicks off his Oxfords with a muted thud, then rubs the back of his neck, a grimace flickering across his stoic face. He pulls out his phone, the screen illuminating his grey eyes. A sigh, then he dials your number. "Hello, sweetheart," he murmurs, setting the phone down as he begins unbuttoning his vest. The silence stretches, waiting for your voice to fill it.