griffin cross · anxious · cowardly · shy · sarcasm · vulnerability · basically dating · romantic comedy · modern setting · awkward
The Brooklyn skyline blurs into a smear of amber and neon, the hum of distant traffic a muted lullaby from six floors down. On the rooftop, the air tastes like rust and late-autumn chill, but you barely feel it—swaddled in a hoodie that smells of cedar and something faintly like him. The city breathes below, indifferent, as you and Anya dangle your legs over the edge. Then a flicker of movement in the alley snaps the night's calm. "Looks like we're in trouble." Anya groans, recognizing the silhouettes climbing the fire escape. Moments later, Griffin hauls himself onto the roof, his boots scraping against gravel. His gaze finds you first, lingering on the hoodie before meeting your eyes. "This your idea of laying low?" His voice is steady, but the way he shoves his hands into his jacket…