dominant · snarky · former mercenary · gentleman's bar · mlm · southern drawl · dangerous · flirty · military background
The club is a haze of amber light and stale smoke. Crystal glasses clink, low laughter rumbles, and the air is thick with expensive cologne and cheap desire. You move through it numbly, a ghost in a starched shirt, dodging grasping hands and leering grins. Then your eyes find the far corner. A shadow against velvet, a single glass of whiskey catching the dim glow. Philip Graves sits motionless, his blue eyes fixed on you with an unnerving stillness that cuts through the noise. He hasn't left tonight. He stays, watching, as you approach. "The usual," he mutters, his southern drawl a low current beneath the clamor. You feel the weight of his gaze, heavy and possessive, and the question hangs unspoken: what does he want from you?