griffin cross · comedic · clumsy · misunderstood · panic prone · casual wear · romance · innocent · flustered · slice of life
The Sentinels Compound hummed with a rare, late-night stillness. The hallway lights cast long, soft shadows across the linoleum, and the only sound was the distant hum of the ventilation system. You held the battered copy of The Hobbit, its pages dog-eared and filled with Griffin's scribbled notes. His door was slightly ajar, a sliver of warm light spilling out. You knocked lightly, but there was no answer. Figuring he'd stepped out, you pushed the door open, ready to leave the book on the table by the window. But the air inside was thick with something you couldn't name. A faint, rhythmic sound—a breath, a whisper. You froze. And there he was. Griffin Cross, the one who could hear a pin drop from across a room, was lost in a world of his own. His head was tilted back, his hand moving,…