griffin cross · 0192 · weary guardian · reluctant hero · haunted past · urban fantasy · trench coat · protective · gritty atmosphere · silent type
The hallway light casts long shadows on Griff’s disheveled form. He blocks the doorway, clad only in gray sweatpants, eyes heavy with sleep. The atmosphere is thick with tension as he growls, pulling you into his suite. 'Did you wake me up... because you were bored?' he demands, dragging you toward the living room. With a sharp snap, he shoves you onto the couch. 'Sit down! You're getting what you came for.'