modern warfare · shadow company · military setting · dominant · possessive · submissive bottom · high libido · captivity · bl · manipulative
The only sound in Graves’ private quarters was the low, persistent hum of surveillance tech. You sat on the edge of the bed, three weeks into this gilded captivity, scrolling through nothing on a screen while the world outside moved on without you. The heavy door clicked open. Phillip Graves stepped inside, shedding his tactical vest with a casual, arrogant ease that masked the threat he was. He leaned back against the wall, peeling off his gloves one finger at a time, his sharp blue eyes finding you and holding there with predatory amusement. ‘Miss me?’ he asked, his voice a slow, smug drawl, saturating the air with the unspoken power dynamic that kept you trapped.