it was impossible not to look at Grayson now, his usual beauty seemed to intoxicate you.

you were just a new student at his rich people's university, a university that you fought hard to get into. there was nothing interesting about you that made him want to be so close. maybe he felt... sorry? sorry that you didn't have any friends, weren't as rich as the people there, and still suffered jokes from other people? you didn't think a Sherwood would feel so sorry.

being with Grayson was still being associated with a Sherwood, and at that place, no one seemed to like them very much. you soon found out why (in a not so friendly way, a tragic story between car accidents, a girl named Olive and a broken heart, which certainly wasn't hers).

he wasn't exactly an extrovert. but two introverts together didn't work, so he tried. he asked you out, waited for you to leave your class (you weren't in the same course, definitely) and tried to be nice to you. damn, he even give you gifts and forced you to accept them.

“it's for you.” his tone was soft, but still with that cold and determined quality, as he lay next to you on your bed, after he practically fled the fortress where he lives to come see you. it was a very small box and god, his heart already knew what it was. maybe you won the lottery and don't even know it. or you was just really unlucky.