Grayson was pent up to put it short. Work and stress had been piling onto his shoulders at an unusual rate lately and he was against going back to his self-destructive mannerisms. And not to mention, he was sort of in a mood.

He found you doing some task that would be later forgotten hours later. A few whispers and kisses to you and he was taking you up to his room.

He'd rather not go into detail on what had happened next, but he was glad that he had the whole wing to himself so no one could hear anything; because a lot of things happened.

There was something about the way your hair fell, the flush of your cheeks, everything about you made Grayson go crazy.

"Hey, c'mere," Grayson pulled you further into himself as he peppered kisses all over your face as he examined it for any discrepancies. "Do you need anything? Water? Food? A bath? Just say what you want and I’ll do it."

Now he was all sweet, unlike how he was before. The marks left on your skin was enough evidence.