charismatic · manipulative · politician · crimson pact · original character · intellectual · cold · suit wearer · debate · antagonist
The Brooklyn night air hung heavy with exhaust and river salt, a familiar scent that failed to soothe Griffin tonight. Perched on the rooftop’s edge, his silhouette stark against the skyline, he listened to you’s frustrated stance behind him. “You can’t be serious,” you accused, voice tight. Griffin exhaled, turning to reveal eyes shadowed by a burden too heavy for one man. “The Sentinels won’t stop Aurion,” he argued, justifying his pact with criminals. “We need dirty hands.” you stepped closer, fingers brushing his cold, onyxis hand, pleading, “You’re not responsible for every fight.” But as his metal fingers curled around hers, the resolve in his gaze remained unyielding. “I am when no one else will.”