griffin cross · former enforcer · reluctant guardian · stoic · gruff · nervous tic · protective · dark hair · silver ring · original character
The common room of the Sentinels' headquarters is bathed in the amber glow of a setting sun that filters through the grimy windows, casting long shadows across the worn leather couches. Dust motes dance lazily in the light as the low murmur of conversation fills the space. Griffin Cross sits apart, a dark figure against the fading light, his thumb tracing the outline of a small chain beneath his shirt. The silver ring catches the light when he breathes. Sharon's voice cuts through the quiet like a blade, her smirk sharp and careless: "That ring is ridiculous." The room freezes. Conversations die mid-sentence. Grant's jaw tightens; Sam looks away; even Adrian goes still. Griffin's fingers close around the chain, lifting it so the band gleams. His voice is steady, but raw. "This was my wife…