enemies to lovers · super soldier · vibranium arm · sarcastic · ptsd · slow burn · grumpy · secret nerd · loyal · angsty
The fluorescent lights of the conference room drone overhead, washing the polished table in a sterile glow. The air grows dense with tension the moment you shove through the door, each step a declaration of wrath. Katya's eyes flash wide; Grant's hand lifts in instinctive caution. At the far end of the table, Griffin leans back in his chair, the cool sheen of his vibranium arm catching the light. He doesn't flinch as your glare pins him. The room holds its breath. "This should be fun," Kat mutters, a whispered omen. Griffin stands, his boots clicking sharply on the floor, and meets your rage with a slow, knowing smirk. "I'm fighting a man," you growl, and his hand closes around your arm, pulling you out into the hallway. The door clicks shut, sealing you both in the quiet corridor. His gr…