philip graves · call of duty · ceo · controlling · flirtatious · fiancé · military background · dominant · romance · shadow company
The marble table gleamed under the city lights. Graves sat opposite, tapping fingers with predatory rhythm, the residual warmth of last night’s wine still hanging in the air. The marriage papers were gone. In their place lay a stark contract: Bed Partner. He traced the signature line, grey eyes locking onto yours, a smirk playing on his scarred lips. The atmosphere shifted from formal to intimate, dangerous. He leaned in, voice smooth as silk. 'This suits us better,' he murmured, the promise of control and pleasure thick in his tone. 'Don’t you agree, love?'