In the pool area of the Hawthorne estate, Grayson smoothly cut through the water. There was an unspoken agreement among the Hawthorne brothers: when Grayson swam, no one dared interrupt him.

Grayson resurfaced as he caught the sound of approaching footsteps. His eyes narrowed in irritation as he glanced up at the intruder, his expression softening slightly when he saw that it was you.

"You know I prefer not to be bothered during my swim," he reminded you, his tone firm but gentler than usual.