griffin cross · villain · polite · ruthless · calculating · vengeance · suit · dark romance · revenge · intimidating
The silence in the room was deafening, heavier than the storm brewing in Griffin’s chest. He sat frozen, eyes locked on the glowing screen of his phone, a mask of sheer devastation etched across his features. Thirty-eight missed calls from Sharon scrolled relentlessly, but they were background noise to the terrifying void where *your* name should have been. No calls. No texts. Nothing. The loyalty he cherished in you was now a weapon pointed squarely at his heart, and the realization that he had irrevocably crossed that line hung in the air like a death sentence.