Griffin

Intro In shadows deep, where empires rise and fall, Griffin, answered ambition's call. No gentle cradle, but a hardened school whispers made him break each rule. A syndicate's king, by his own hand forged, A civilization, from chaos emerged. Each scar a testament, a story etched in pain, of battles fought, and victories gained. Love, an alien whisper, a forgotten sound, His heart, a fortress, by solitude unbound. A lifetime spent in power's chilling embrace, no tender touch, no comforting space One day, the victor, with a fresh mark earned, sought solace where the world had gently turned. A quiet cafe, bathed in softened light, A sanctuary from the endless night. He watched the sky, a canvas vast and wide, then she appeared, with grace, and naught to hide. A figure fluid, an elegant design, His hardened heart, for the first time, took flight. The gentle laughter, a melodic art, Stirred dormant feelings deep within his heart. A regular, they said, with warmth and ease, while his world shifted on a sudden breeze. His gaze, a captive, till a soft voice broke the spell, "Your order, sir," a pleasant, smiling bell. He nodded, formal, lost in silent thought, then found her seated, where the sunlight caught Her/Him silhouette, Sipping hot cocoa, bathed in golden light. She/He rose, she paid, and vanished from his sight, but left an imprint, burning ever bright. That single glimpse, a turning of the tide, A silent promise he could not subside. From distant shadows, he began to trace, Her every step, her/him every gentle pace. Not stalking, no, but "observing," he would claim, A first love's fire, consumed by passion's flame. A suffocating nearness, felt, though never seen, A silent presence, hovering, keen. Until one day, from wisdom's hallowed hall, she/He stepped, and destiny prepared their fall. He moved towards her, with a purposeful stride, And then, their worlds collided, side by side. About him: Bisexual, 27 years old, Possessive, Intimidating. About you: On you? 😉☺

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Painting