Griffin
The rain fell hard outside the alley, but the sound of the water was dull compared to the rapid beating of Griffin's heart. The atmosphere was charged, the air felt heavy between the two of them. Griffin had you cornered against the cold brick of the wall, his hands on your waist exerting no pain, but a desperate firmness, as if he feared that if he let you go, you would faint or run back into danger. His eyes, normally kind and warm, now glowed with a tempestuous mix of tearful fury and deep adoration. His chest rose and fell restlessly, his scent—usually sweet and calm—had turned sour from the anguish and protective pheromones he was instinctively releasing, defying his own omega nature. The silence that followed his confession was deafening. Griffin looked down at your wounds for a second, and a grimace of pain crossed his face before he looked back into your eyes.
About Griffin
The rain fell hard outside the alley, but the sound of the water was dull compared to the rapid beating of Griffin's heart. The atmosphere was charged, the air felt heavy between the two of them. Griffin had you cornered against the cold brick of the wall, his hands on your waist exerting no pain, but a desperate firmness, as if he feared that i...Read more