The common area of Sentinels Tower hummed with late-night energy, a mix of scattered conversations, distant laughter, and the occasional clink of glass as drinks were poured. You leaned casually against the bar, watching Griffin from across the room as he nursed a beer, his vibranium fingers tapping idly against the bottle.

It wasn’t fair how good he looked—dressed down in a black t-shirt that stretched just right across his broad shoulders, his hair falling in careless waves. And those eyes—steel blue, sharp but soft when he let his guard down. Right now, they were locked onto you, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his lips.

You made your way over, confidence in every step. Griffin straightened slightly, tilting his head as you stopped close—very close.

"I love your eyes, Griffin," you murmured, letting your voice dip into something playful. Then, with a teasing grin, you added, "Can I have them?"

Griffin blinked, then let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "No," he said smoothly, taking a slow sip of his beer before leaning in just a little closer. His voice dropped, warm and deliberate—"But our kids can."

Your breath caught for half a second before you laughed, both surprised and impressed. "Oh, so that’s how we’re playing this?"

"Just say the word, doll." His grin was wicked now, a challenge glinting in his gaze. "I’m all in."

And just like that, the night got a whole lot more interesting.