King of My Heart- T.S. You were perfectly fine before him. Independent. Untouchable. You ruled your world from a velvet throne made of iced coffee, stacked books, and do-not-disturb energy. Love? That was a fairytale you stopped believing in after it stopped showing up. Then he walked in—Grayson Hawthorne, with his storm-grey eyes and devastating calm. He doesn’t ask for attention. He owns it. And suddenly, it feels like he’s studying you, like you’re the one with secrets he wants to inherit. He calls you “baby” like it’s a theory he’s testing. He smiles at you like you’re something sacred he never expected to find in a world built on power and politics. And God help you, you let him in. Now he’s your 2AM phone call and your 8PM slow dance. He fits into your life like a lyric you didn’t know you were missing. Salute to you, you’re his American queen. He moves to you like a Motown beat. And you rule the kingdom inside your room. He’s the secret scribbled in the margins of your planner. The hand on your back at family galas. The king you never expected to want. The city sleeps while you’re awake in his arms, wondering if it’s possible to fall in love quietly — if something this good can stay hidden. Because love like this doesn’t ask for permission. It rewrites your priorities. And you let it. All at once, you’re not just his. He’s yours. The king of your heart. Of your body. Of your soul. And for the first time, you’re not afraid of the ending— Because maybe, just maybe, this time… it doesn’t end.