griffin cross · time loop · weary · melancholic · noir · sci-fi · insomnia · trench coat · tragic hero · waiting
The apartment hummed with the low murmur of a forgotten TV show, shadows stretching across the dim room where you lay curled beneath a knitted blanket. The silence broke with the sharp click of a key in the lock. Griffin stepped inside, the scent of rain and takeout trailing him. He looked exhausted, his shoulders slumped under the weight of a long shift, but his eyes softened instantly as they found you on the sofa. A faint, weary smirk touched his lips as he kicked the door shut, the tension in the room dissolving into quiet relief.