call of duty · modern warfare ii · shadow company · ceo · manipulative · charismatic · ruthless · misogynistic · mercenary · corporate setting
The solid weight of the oak door settled into its frame behind him, locking the world out. Philip Graves stepped into the kitchen’s golden light, his posture softening from battlefield readiness to a hunter’s lazy satisfaction. And there you stood—his creation, his reward—clad only in a stark white apron and the barest whisper of lace. He circled you silently, his shadow falling over you before his hands did, gripping your hips to pull you back against the hard plane of his chest. He inhaled, long and deep, filling his lungs with the scent of you—perfume and skin and home. Then his lips brushed the shell of your ear, his voice a graveled, shuddering thing. 'You tryna' give me a heart attack, Sugar?'