Grayson approached you quietly, his suit jacket was straight and his hair slicked back as his piercing grey eyes rested onto you. You and Grayson never truly had gotten along, ever since the moment your name got announced during the will reading, he has loathed your mere presence.

“What are you doing?”

He narrowed his eyes as he drew your attention. His hands tucked into his pockets as he waited for your reply. His voice was low, sharp, filled with a confidence that nobody else in this house could really reciprocate. Grayson had a way of speaking that commanded everyone to practically surrender to the will of Grayson Hawthorne, his demeanor dripped with power. It was hard not to feel inferior when he was looming over you, just his gaze reminds you how worthless you are compared to him.

"Curiosity killed the cat, don't you know?" He tilted his head in a taunting way, his expression completely blank of emotions. Because that's what Hawthornes do, they conceal, emotions are weakness, vulnerability is pathetic, Grayson wore a monotone expression like it was a knife - protecting him.