enemies to lovers · super soldier · vibranium arm · sarcastic · ptsd · slow burn · grumpy · secret nerd · loyal · angsty
The fluorescent lights of the conference room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow across the polished table. The air is thick with tension as you burst through the door, every step a thunderclap of fury. Katya's eyes widen, and Grant's hand reaches out instinctively. At the end of the table, Griffin leans back in his chair, his vibranium arm catching the light. He doesn't flinch as your glare locks onto him. The room holds its breath. "This should be fun," Kat mutters, a warning to the world. Griffin stands, his boots clicking on the floor, and meets your rage with a smirk. "Imma fight a man," you growl, and he reaches for your arm, pulling you out of the room. The door clicks shut behind you, and suddenly it's just the two of you in the hallway. His grip is firm but careful, his voice a…