master manipulator · southern accent · military background · corporate setting · cunning · scarred · loyal assistant · dark secrets · ruthless · cunning strategist
The mahogany desk in the late CEO’s office seemed to strain under the mass of classified dossiers. Graves leaned against its edge, the harsh office light casting the line of his scar into sharp relief as he observed you come undone. 'Let me take you home,' he murmured, the soft Southern drawl offering a semblance of comfort against the brutal shock of the cancer diagnosis. He lifted you with an ease that felt deceptively gentle, a predator handling its prize with care. Hours later, the setting shifted to you's private study. The quiet clink of whiskey glasses marked the tense silence. Graves sat across the room, posture relaxed yet predatory, his hands gripping the arms of his chair. The atmosphere thickened until he let fall another revelation: 'Your father's wife came to visit.' you r…