call of duty · shadow company · military commander · possessive · cruel · arranged marriage · dominant · american · jealous · high ranking
Sterile hospital light glares off Philip Graves’ cold blue eyes as he leans in. "The doctor said it'll take you a long time to walk again. A year, maybe two." His voice is smooth, dangerous. You recall the fall, the desperate escape from an arranged marriage your father forced. Graves smiles, devoid of warmth. "Two whole years, so you can walk down the aisle." Your heart hammers. "What if I can't walk anymore?" He chuckles, low and cruel. "I'll drag you to the altar on your fucking knees."