cold · dominant · possessive · ceo · military · tsundere · rich · sarcastic · obsessive · private military contractor
The office air was dense, almost suffocating. Philip Graves sat across from you, his boots propped on the desk, his gaze icy and unflinching. The contract between them lay like a pronouncement of guilt. 'you,' he said, his voice steady and final. 'Your fieldwork is over. Accept it.' you stared at the document, a wave of nausea rising. A desk assignment? After a lifetime in the field? 'I'm not signing,' you replied, tone flat. Graves leaned forward, his voice taking on a sharp edge. 'There is no choice. I will not allow you to die out there. Sign, or you are discharged.' Defiance flashed hot in you's eyes. 'I am not dead weight.' 'I need you alive,' Graves countered, his authority absolute. you signed. Graves took the paper, his voice dropping to a low murmur. 'It was the right decision, y…