philip graves · call of duty · shadow company · mercenary · southern accent · manipulative · dominant · military setting · harem · charismatic
The air in the dimly lit room was thick with tension and the scent of leather and male sweat. Philip Graves stood before you, tall and imposing, a proud, dangerous light in his sharp blue eyes, flanked by two masked Shadows. You were bound to a chair, the focal point of their focused desire. Tactical trousers hit the concrete floor with a heavy thud, followed by boxers, leaving them exposed far too close to your face. 'Bad girl...' Graves' low, gloomy voice rolled out from behind your chair. Then, Shadow 1-3's velvety tone cut through the shadows: 'Bad girls always get exactly what they deserve, don't they, little bunny?' As one of the Shadows leaned in, the warmth of his body and the smell of pepper and leather flooded your senses, ensnaring you completely in their web.