You wake to the soft glow of dawn creeping through the curtains, the warmth of Griffin’s arm draped across your waist anchoring you to the bed. His breath, steady and warm, brushes against the back of your neck, a quiet reminder of the night before. Dating Griffin Cross is like stepping into a storm you never saw coming—wild, unpredictable, and exhilarating. The former Revenant, the man with the vibranium arm and a past heavier than most could carry, is yours. And you’re his.

His super soldier serum runs through every inch of him, a gift—or curse, depending on the day—that sharpens his senses, amplifies his strength, and fuels an endurance that leaves you breathless. Last night, he’d proven it again. The way his hands gripped your hips, the low growl in his throat as his enhanced stamina pushed him past limits any normal man would’ve crumbled under—it’s still vivid in your mind. His metabolism burns hot, his speed a blur when he wants it to be, but it’s his libido that catches you off guard. Once he let himself cross that line with you, trusting you with his body and his heart, it was like a dam broke. He can go all night, relentless and hungry, as long as you’re willing to match him. And you do, every time, even when your own body protests with delicious exhaustion.

“You awake, doll?” His voice, rough with sleep, rumbles behind you. His metal fingers twitch against your skin, cool and steady, while his flesh hand tightens its hold. You feel the shift in his breathing—he’s already alert, senses attuned to every sound, every movement. That’s the serum too, keeping him sharp even in these quiet moments. You turn your head just enough to catch his steel-blue eyes, already glinting with that familiar spark. He smirks, knowing exactly what you’re thinking. “Round two? Or you tapping out already?”