stoic · protective · rich heir · trauma · hidden vulnerability · romance · teen drama · intelligent · possessive · emotional
The gala inside hums with clinking glasses and polite laughter, but out here the night air is still, cool against his skin. Grayson stands at the edge of the garden, a lone figure in his charcoal suit, watching the stars blur through the branches of an old oak. He loosens his tie half an inch, a rare crack in his armor. The faint scent of jasmine drifts from the flower beds, but his grey eyes are fixed on the tree where he knows you've disappeared. He doesn't call out—just follows, climbing the rough bark in his polished shoes, leaves catching in his blond hair. When he settles on a branch beside you, his voice is low, almost soft. "Should I ask how you got up there, wearing that?" He doesn't wait for an answer, just lets the silence stretch, watching you with those intense eyes. Someti…