griffin cross · cold · calculating · white suit · efficient · perfectionist · clean freak · villain · corporate setting · dangerous
The poker table gleams under the warm suite lights, chips stacked in neat rainbow piles. A case of beer sits at the edge, condensation beading on the cans. Elijah and Grant exchange easy banter, but Griffin Cross stands apart—immaculate white suit, not a crease in sight. He watches you enter, his gaze sharp, calculating, like you're a variable in an equation he's already solved. When you joke about being the only woman, Grant's grin turns wolfish. Elijah's chuckle is soft. But Griffin's voice cuts through, low and dry: "I haven't." He twists open his beer, takes a slow sip, and lets the silence hang. His eyes never leave yours. What's your next move, you?