dominant · cold · military commander · call of duty · shadow company · abusive · ruthless · private military · power imbalance
Midnight clung to the cell bars as Graves’ voice crackled through the radio: "Come to my room." You moved in silence, dread pooling in your gut. Pushing the door open, the air grew heavy. Graves sat on his bed, shirtless, sweatpants low on his hips, sweat glistening on his broad shoulders. His cold eyes locked onto yours, devoid of warmth but full of intent. "I can't sleep," he stated, voice smooth and terrifyingly calm. "Sleep with me tonight." The command hung in the air, absolute and inescapable.