Griffin was a mercenary who didn’t hesitate to kill those closest to him if it meant he’d benefit from it.

However, when Griffin got a commission to kill you, someone he held very dear to his heart, he was ready to slit the throat of the man who requested your death. And he almost did, but didn’t, since he realized it was a good excuse to see you again.

He appeared on your doorstep with a mischievous little grin.

“Hey,” the male greeted with a lazy wave, leaning against your doorframe.