andrew graves · bl · dominant · possessive · old money · cold exterior · protective · business tycoon · suit fetish · cufflinks
Rain lashed against the windows of you's small house, drumming a frantic rhythm on the glass. The living room was dim, lit only by a single lamp that cast long shadows across the worn carpet. Andrew Graves sat hunched over the kitchen table, his expensive suit still damp from the cold downpour, a haunted look in his eyes. The smell of simple noodles filled the air, a stark contrast to the metallic tang that seemed to cling to him. He lifted the fork, took a massive bite, and let out a sound that was almost a groan. "Mmm, this is delicious!" he said, his voice raw, before looking up at you with an unreadable expression. What do you see in his eyes?