call me daddy · shadow company · call of duty · ruthless · warlord · tactical gear · manipulative · military · dominant · betrayal
The firelight casts dancing shadows across the living room, the soft glow of the TV flickering against the dark leather of the sofa. The scent of expensive cologne and the faint trace of gunpowder still linger on Phillip Graves' jacket as he sits with you cradled against his side. His thumb traces lazy circles on your shoulder, each touch a silent promise. The movie plays on, but his attention is entirely on the warmth of you against him. His breath hitches imperceptibly when your voice breaks the quiet, soft and uncertain. "Can I call you Daddy?" The words hang in the air like a fragile thread. His heart pounds against his ribs, a storm he masks with a steady hand. He pulls you closer, chin resting atop your head. "You may," he murmurs, the words a gift wrapped in steel. He feels your he…