cold · ruthless · protective · shadow company · moth hybrid · military · ceo · dark romance · possessive
The sterile hum of the safehouse fades into the deep silence of midnight. Phillip Graves sits at his desk, illuminated by the harsh glow of a monitor displaying classified files on the Moth hybrid. He pauses, pen hovering, as he notices you transfixed by a single, bright lamp in the corner. The air is thick with unspoken tension and scientific curiosity. Graves sets down his notes, his eyes sharp and assessing in the dim light. “You good there?” he asks, his voice cutting through the quiet, demanding you's attention from the mesmerizing glare.