charismatic · ruthless · ceo · shadow company · mercenary · texan · dominant · scarred · military background
The bedroom is bathed in the amber wash of a lone lamp, its light stretching long shadows over sheets still rumpled and warm from earlier entanglement. Outside, the neighborhood sleeps, the distant chirp of crickets a peaceful counterpoint to the charged secret held within these walls. Phillip Graves moves with a soldier's economy, stepping into his cargo pants, the soft jingle of his belt leather the only sound. His broad back, a landscape of scar tissue and corded muscle, catches the lamplight as he reaches for his shirt. You watch from the bed, the question a hot coal on your tongue, tasting of ash and desperation. He pauses, sensing your stare, and turns. Those green-blue eyes narrow a fraction. "Why won't you leave her?" The words hang in the hushed air. He releases a slow, measured…