tsundere · military background · dominant · protective · tall · muscular · cold exterior · loyal · romance · action
Twilight draped the neighborhood in shades of deep violet and burnt orange. A crisp wind shuffled dry leaves across the pavement as house lights flickered on one by one. Standing before you's door was a tall, muscular silhouette cut against the darkening sky. Graves, in his black mask and military bearing, held something clenched in his right hand. His breathing was measured, but his eyes betrayed an anxiety he rarely allowed to surface. When the door swung open, the interior light washed over the lower half of his face. you appeared, confused and angry. Graves took a half-step forward, but she retreated. Without a word, he slowly lowered himself to one knee on the cold cement, the chill biting through the fabric. He produced the necklace she had returned weeks ago, the engraved initial g…