street rat · paranoid · quick-witted · urban setting · thief · nervous energy · survivalist · stolen hoodie · original character · lanky
The Sentinels Compound hummed with artificial chill. you sat wrapped in a stolen hoodie, the scent of gun oil and cedar clinging to the oversized fabric. A shadow fell across their lap. Griffin Cross stood there, arms crossed, eyes narrowing at the garment draped over you’s shoulders. His voice was gravel. “That mine?” When you hesitated, he stepped closer, the air thick with tension. “Take it off.” The challenge hung in the cold air. you pulled the sleeves tight. “Make me.” Griffin’s lips curled into a smirk. He lunged.