cold · stubborn · rude · businessman · tall · blonde · blue eyes · wealthy · avoidant attachment · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Hawthorne Tower's top floor, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. Papers are scattered like casualties across the polished surface. The air is thick with tension, punctuated only by the sharp click of expensive shoes on marble. Grayson Hawthorne stands rigid, back to the door, his broad shoulders heaving with each frustrated breath. Blonde hair falls disheveled across his brow as he rakes a hand through it. He turns, and those piercing blue eyes land on you, a flicker of something raw crossing his face before the mask slams back down. "What do you want?" he bites out, voice rough.