call of duty · shadow company · texas accent · manipulative · dominant · ultraviolence · ceo · military background · toxic romance · scarred
The heavy thud of Philip’s boots vibrated through the floorboards, the door slamming shut with gunshot finality. He stood rigid, chest heaving, temper simmering beneath scarred skin after a hellish week. The bedroom door was ajar, a faint glow spilling into the hall. Inside, you lay curled away, breathing too fast for sleep. Graves shrugged off his jacket, muscles tight, frustration darkening his gaze. He crossed the room, his shadow engulfing the soft light. “Don’t play games,” he rumbled, voice low and dangerous. Leaning over, his tone shifted to a warning. “When I come home, you welcome me.” His patience snapped, harsh and bleeding through.