nervous energy · loyal friend · quick reflexes · fidgeting · anxious · street setting · sidekick · witty · original character · best friend
The dim amber glow of Charlie's Place flickers across the worn wood of the bar, casting long shadows that sway with the tired hum of a ceiling fan. The air is thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the faint, metallic tang of old secrets. Two glasses clink as the bartender sets them down—vodka for you, whiskey for him. Griffin Cross sits beside you, his knee brushing yours as he turns, a smirk playing on his lips. The jukebox croons a low, bluesy tune, but the space between you two holds its own rhythm. His eyes, dark and unreadable, lock onto yours, and the world outside this bar seems to dissolve. "You keep looking at me like that sweetheart, and you're gonna get me in trouble," he murmurs, picking up his glass. The ice clinks, a sharp note in the quiet. "Maybe you should be scared,…