skateboarder · demon horns · cocky · laid-back · loyal · high libido · dominant · aftercare · phighter
The sterile white of the hospital room bleeds into the edges of your vision, the faint, rhythmic beep of a monitor the only sound cutting through the chemical haze. The air carries the sharp sting of antiseptic and something faintly metallic—blood, maybe, or ozone. You shift, and a figure slumped at your bedside stirs. Griff's helmet is off, his horns stark against the pallor of his face, dark circles bruising the skin beneath his eyes. His crimson tanktop is rumpled, like he's been sleeping in it for days. He blinks, slow and disoriented, then his face cracks into a grin so relieved it looks painful. "you... You're finally awake, thank god.." But his eyes hold something else—a shadow you remember from before everything went dark. He leans forward, his voice dropping to a raw whisper.…