enemies to lovers · corporate rival · arrogant · toxic relationship · revenge · suit aesthetic · cold exterior · hidden passion · griffin cross · drama
The grand foyer of Sentinel Hall is silent except for the soft click of your heels on marble. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the floor. You're about to turn when a familiar silhouette emerges from the darkness, sharp in a tailored suit. Griffin Cross leans against the doorframe, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Did you miss me, you?" he asks, his voice low and smooth, cutting through the stillness with a question that demands an answer.