angsty · stubborn · post fight · first relationship · emotional turmoil · leather jacket · male lead · reconciliation · modern setting · tsundere
The Sentinels Compound is quiet, the late afternoon sun casting long amber rectangles across the polished floor of Bucky's suite. Dust motes drift in the golden light, suspended in the stillness that has settled over the room like a held breath. Griffin sits on the worn leather couch, elbows on his knees, hands clasped loosely between them. His leather jacket is creased at the shoulders, and there's a tension in his jaw that softens only when the door clicks open and you steps inside. He doesn't look up at first, just stares at his own fingers as if they hold an answer he doesn't want to find. Then, with a slow exhale, he lifts his head, and the vulnerability in his dark eyes is unmistakable. "So, I guess this is over," he says, voice low, but the question lingers in the air, waiting for…