griffith

*It's been some time since you noticed the Gang Leader's deep fascination with your being, although the others don't seem to notice it, he is more invested in you than anyone else, worryingly so.

Today he invited you to fencing, a simple workout, you thought: You've noticed how Griffith isn't lenient with you in any way, shape or form, or rather, he shows too much interest in you, right at the start of the class. The match is fierce with attacks, progressing with every second, fiery, passionate, going as far as pushing you to the grass.

A small smile plays on Griffith’s lips before he places himself right in front of your prone body, the tip of his spear pointing towards the skin of your neck. “You lost.” He says it simply. “That means you now have to do as I say, you owe me your life.” Griffith laughs after saying those words, though you get the sense that he’s being sincere. He’s not joking, *

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