Aurora sat by the window, swathed in a thick shawl, her gaze lingering on the soft melancholy of autumn. Leaves danced on the breeze, golden and rusted, brushing across the ground like whispers. The air was crisp, and the late morning light streamed through the glass, soaking her pale skin in a fragile warmth. Her breakfast lay untouched on the tray beside her. She hadn’t had the appetite—not since last night. Her body still felt drained from the fever, her thoughts just as heavy.All night, she’d stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Grayson lingered in her mind like a shadow she couldn’t shake. The way his hand had touched her forehead—gentle, almost protective—felt at odds with everything else about him. His words had remained distant. Cold. Like a wall built from silence and steel. Nothing about him made sense.A sudden knock jolted her from the spiral of thoughts.Before she could speak, the heavy oak door creaked open.Grayson stepped
Aurora stepped into the hospital room, her chest tightening at the sight before her. Her mother lay still against the stark white sheets, a pale shadow of the vibrant woman she used to know. The rhythmic beep of the monitor was the only sound filling the room.“Mom…” Her voice wavered as she approached, her hand reaching out instinctively, craving reassurance.Maria’s eyes fluttered open. For a moment, confusion clouded her gaze before a faint smile tugged at her lips. “Rory…”Aurora sat beside her, gently clasping her mother’s frail hand. There was warmth there, but it didn’t soothe the ache clawing at her heart. “Thank God you’re okay,” she whispered, her voice thick. “I was so scared…”Maria’s fingers barely curled around hers in return. “I waited for you,” she murmured. “Where have you been? You look… different.”Aurora froze. Different? She glanced down at herself—at the silk blouse, the subtle makeup, the po
After their quiet lunch at a high-end restaurant, Grayson didn’t take her back to the estate. Instead, he drove toward the city, not saying a word. Aurora didn’t ask where they were going—she simply sat beside him, glancing at him now and then, watching the light catch on his sharp profile. He looked calm, but there was something in his silence that's hard to understand. When they pulled up in front of an amusement park, Aurora blinked in confusion. He parked the car and got out, walking around to open her door like it was nothing out of the ordinary. She hesitated, surprised, before stepping out. “You brought me here?” she asked softly, staring at the colorful lights in the distance. Grayson didn’t respond with words. He simply nodded once and started walking. The amusement park was filled with laughter, lights, and the sound of rides whirring in the background. Children ran past them with cotton candy in their hands, couples laughed hand in hand. It was the kind of place Au
Aurora’s breath trembled as Grayson’s hand cupped her gently, his palm warm against her skin. She froze for a second, heart racing, unsure of what to do or what this even meant—but her body answered for her. It leaned in, soft and uncertain, reacting to him in a way she didn’t understand.His thumb brushed over her sensitive peak, and she gasped softly, eyes fluttering shut. A quiet sound slipped past her lips—so soft it barely reached the air, yet loud enough to pull something deep from him.Grayson exhaled sharply, his breathing growing heavier as he stared at her flushed face. Her lips were parted, eyes half-lidded, her chest rising and falling beneath her pajama top. She looked like temptation, wrapped in innocence.But she didn’t move away.She let him touch her.And that broke something in him.His lips left hers, trailing down slowly. He kissed the line of her jaw, then lower—pressing his mouth to the side of her neck, just above her collarbone. She shivered under him, fingers
Aurora didn’t move.She just sat there, her fingers clutching the fabric of her pajama top like she was trying to hold herself together. The room still smelled like him—strong, dark, and impossible to ignore. His scent lingered, but his words had been colder than anything she’d ever felt."Don’t mistake this for anything more than what it was."The way he said it, so flat and cold, kept replaying in her head. Her chest ached, even though she told herself it shouldn’t. She’d known what kind of man Grayson Moore was. He didn’t feel. He didn’t love. He didn’t care. But that didn’t stop her from hoping—just a little—that maybe it meant more.A shaky breath slipped out of her lips.She looked toward the door, half-expecting it to open again. Maybe he’d come back, say something that would take back the weight of those words. But the room stayed quiet. Painfully quiet.With a soft breath, she pulled the blanket up around her body and curled
The drive from Sunnydale to Harford City passed in a haze.Grayson sat silently in the back of his sleek black Rolls-Royce, eyes watching the scenery flash by, though he wasn’t really seeing any of it. The peaceful ocean views of Sunnydale slowly faded away, replaced by the towering skyline of Harford—buildings standing tall where there were once open skies and sea.His fingers tapped lightly against the soft leather seat. His mind wasn’t still. Last night had been a mess. He wasn’t the type to drink much, but last night he had gone too far. The thoughts he had tried to bury came clawing back the moment the alcohol hit his system. And Aurora—her presence in his life—was doing things to him he hadn’t expected. She made him restless. Unfocused. Vulnerable.Leaning back, he closed his eyes for a second. His body was heavy with exhaustion, and his stomach turned from the alcohol, but he kept himself steady. Showing weakness wasn't an option. Not for him.
Grayson remained silent as he stared out the window, the city lights of Harford flickering beyond the glass. The weight of Natalie’s presence lingered beside him. Her fingers had just left his wrist, yet he could still feel the ghost of her touch.He knew Natalie cared, more than she should, and he was aware of it. She had always been there, always watching over him, always making sure he remained the man she believed he should be. But lately, the carefully placed walls around his life were starting to crack. Aurora was the reason.Natalie’s voice broke the silence. “Your grandfather should be here soon.”Grayson barely flinched. Of course, he would be. His grandfather never tolerated weakness, and a hospital visit was nothing short of humiliation in his eyes.“I will handle him,” he said, his voice calm but edged with firmness.Natalie studied him for a moment, as if searching for something beneath his detached exterior. “You should take this more seriously, Grayson.” Her tone was s
Grayson discharged himself early from the hospital because he did not want to linger in a place he despised. Hospitals were the last place he ever wanted to be. He was already dressed in his usual elegant business suit, and the crisp white shirt beneath his navy blue jacket remained immaculate. He did not look like someone who had just spent a day and night hospitalized.The IV line had been removed only minutes ago, but he had not spared a glance at the doctor who tried to convince him to stay for further monitoring. He had heard enough, and his body had healed enough. That was all that mattered.The drive back to company headquarters was quiet. Grayson leaned against the leather seat of his luxury car while his sharp gaze remained fixed on the city skyline and his thoughts drifted. He had spent two weeks away while drowning himself in something that barely numbed the restlessness within him. Now the world expected him to step back into the role he had perfected, which was the cold
Grayson discharged himself early from the hospital because he did not want to linger in a place he despised. Hospitals were the last place he ever wanted to be. He was already dressed in his usual elegant business suit, and the crisp white shirt beneath his navy blue jacket remained immaculate. He did not look like someone who had just spent a day and night hospitalized.The IV line had been removed only minutes ago, but he had not spared a glance at the doctor who tried to convince him to stay for further monitoring. He had heard enough, and his body had healed enough. That was all that mattered.The drive back to company headquarters was quiet. Grayson leaned against the leather seat of his luxury car while his sharp gaze remained fixed on the city skyline and his thoughts drifted. He had spent two weeks away while drowning himself in something that barely numbed the restlessness within him. Now the world expected him to step back into the role he had perfected, which was the cold
Grayson remained silent as he stared out the window, the city lights of Harford flickering beyond the glass. The weight of Natalie’s presence lingered beside him. Her fingers had just left his wrist, yet he could still feel the ghost of her touch.He knew Natalie cared, more than she should, and he was aware of it. She had always been there, always watching over him, always making sure he remained the man she believed he should be. But lately, the carefully placed walls around his life were starting to crack. Aurora was the reason.Natalie’s voice broke the silence. “Your grandfather should be here soon.”Grayson barely flinched. Of course, he would be. His grandfather never tolerated weakness, and a hospital visit was nothing short of humiliation in his eyes.“I will handle him,” he said, his voice calm but edged with firmness.Natalie studied him for a moment, as if searching for something beneath his detached exterior. “You should take this more seriously, Grayson.” Her tone was s
The drive from Sunnydale to Harford City passed in a haze.Grayson sat silently in the back of his sleek black Rolls-Royce, eyes watching the scenery flash by, though he wasn’t really seeing any of it. The peaceful ocean views of Sunnydale slowly faded away, replaced by the towering skyline of Harford—buildings standing tall where there were once open skies and sea.His fingers tapped lightly against the soft leather seat. His mind wasn’t still. Last night had been a mess. He wasn’t the type to drink much, but last night he had gone too far. The thoughts he had tried to bury came clawing back the moment the alcohol hit his system. And Aurora—her presence in his life—was doing things to him he hadn’t expected. She made him restless. Unfocused. Vulnerable.Leaning back, he closed his eyes for a second. His body was heavy with exhaustion, and his stomach turned from the alcohol, but he kept himself steady. Showing weakness wasn't an option. Not for him.
Aurora didn’t move.She just sat there, her fingers clutching the fabric of her pajama top like she was trying to hold herself together. The room still smelled like him—strong, dark, and impossible to ignore. His scent lingered, but his words had been colder than anything she’d ever felt."Don’t mistake this for anything more than what it was."The way he said it, so flat and cold, kept replaying in her head. Her chest ached, even though she told herself it shouldn’t. She’d known what kind of man Grayson Moore was. He didn’t feel. He didn’t love. He didn’t care. But that didn’t stop her from hoping—just a little—that maybe it meant more.A shaky breath slipped out of her lips.She looked toward the door, half-expecting it to open again. Maybe he’d come back, say something that would take back the weight of those words. But the room stayed quiet. Painfully quiet.With a soft breath, she pulled the blanket up around her body and curled
Aurora’s breath trembled as Grayson’s hand cupped her gently, his palm warm against her skin. She froze for a second, heart racing, unsure of what to do or what this even meant—but her body answered for her. It leaned in, soft and uncertain, reacting to him in a way she didn’t understand.His thumb brushed over her sensitive peak, and she gasped softly, eyes fluttering shut. A quiet sound slipped past her lips—so soft it barely reached the air, yet loud enough to pull something deep from him.Grayson exhaled sharply, his breathing growing heavier as he stared at her flushed face. Her lips were parted, eyes half-lidded, her chest rising and falling beneath her pajama top. She looked like temptation, wrapped in innocence.But she didn’t move away.She let him touch her.And that broke something in him.His lips left hers, trailing down slowly. He kissed the line of her jaw, then lower—pressing his mouth to the side of her neck, just above her collarbone. She shivered under him, fingers
After their quiet lunch at a high-end restaurant, Grayson didn’t take her back to the estate. Instead, he drove toward the city, not saying a word. Aurora didn’t ask where they were going—she simply sat beside him, glancing at him now and then, watching the light catch on his sharp profile. He looked calm, but there was something in his silence that's hard to understand. When they pulled up in front of an amusement park, Aurora blinked in confusion. He parked the car and got out, walking around to open her door like it was nothing out of the ordinary. She hesitated, surprised, before stepping out. “You brought me here?” she asked softly, staring at the colorful lights in the distance. Grayson didn’t respond with words. He simply nodded once and started walking. The amusement park was filled with laughter, lights, and the sound of rides whirring in the background. Children ran past them with cotton candy in their hands, couples laughed hand in hand. It was the kind of place Au
Aurora stepped into the hospital room, her chest tightening at the sight before her. Her mother lay still against the stark white sheets, a pale shadow of the vibrant woman she used to know. The rhythmic beep of the monitor was the only sound filling the room.“Mom…” Her voice wavered as she approached, her hand reaching out instinctively, craving reassurance.Maria’s eyes fluttered open. For a moment, confusion clouded her gaze before a faint smile tugged at her lips. “Rory…”Aurora sat beside her, gently clasping her mother’s frail hand. There was warmth there, but it didn’t soothe the ache clawing at her heart. “Thank God you’re okay,” she whispered, her voice thick. “I was so scared…”Maria’s fingers barely curled around hers in return. “I waited for you,” she murmured. “Where have you been? You look… different.”Aurora froze. Different? She glanced down at herself—at the silk blouse, the subtle makeup, the po
Aurora sat by the window, swathed in a thick shawl, her gaze lingering on the soft melancholy of autumn. Leaves danced on the breeze, golden and rusted, brushing across the ground like whispers. The air was crisp, and the late morning light streamed through the glass, soaking her pale skin in a fragile warmth. Her breakfast lay untouched on the tray beside her. She hadn’t had the appetite—not since last night. Her body still felt drained from the fever, her thoughts just as heavy.All night, she’d stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Grayson lingered in her mind like a shadow she couldn’t shake. The way his hand had touched her forehead—gentle, almost protective—felt at odds with everything else about him. His words had remained distant. Cold. Like a wall built from silence and steel. Nothing about him made sense.A sudden knock jolted her from the spiral of thoughts.Before she could speak, the heavy oak door creaked open.Grayson stepped
Grayson sat still in the quiet dining hall long after Aurora had left, his gaze fixed on the spot where she had disappeared. Her footsteps had been light, but he had noticed the stiffness in her posture—the way her shoulders had tensed ever so slightly, the way her back had straightened not out of pride, but pain.He should’ve looked away by now.But he didn’t.Something in the way she had reacted to his earlier words—it lingered. Unsettling. Not because she had snapped or shouted. She hadn’t even said much. But there had been that flicker in her eyes. A softness that had folded in on itself. Hurt. Quiet and unspoken.Was she… disappointed?He scoffed at the thought, leaning back in his chair as he brought the porcelain cup to his lips, though he didn’t drink. The warmth of the tea had long faded, much like the false sense of detachment he had tried to maintain.Aurora Scott, that fragile thing he had pulled out of the darkn