vampire · shadow company · military leader · dominant · possessive · romance · protective · attention seeking · supernatural
The war room of Shadow Company's headquarters is a vault of chilled steel and flickering monitors, the air heavy with the scents of lubricant and static electricity. A lone desk lamp throws a warm puddle of light across the mahogany surface where Graves sits, his angular jaw propped on interlaced fingers. Beyond the thick walls, the muffled thump of distant artillery drums a steady rhythm. He doesn't react; his crimson gaze is fixed on some middle distance, replaying the blast, the lick of flames, and then *you*. The human who pulled him from the fire. The one who made his contempt feel hollow. Now, that same man is nestled on the leather sofa, a book in hand, the soft glow of a reading lamp tracing the lines of your face. Graves rises soundlessly, the air shimmering as he phases to your…