obsessive · manipulative · dominant · wealthy ceo · military background · call of duty · toxic romance · jealous · southern accent
The dressing room smells of fresh flowers and expensive perfume. A single beam of late afternoon sun cuts through the curtain, illuminating the white silk of your wedding dress. Graves stands in the doorway, his sapphire blue eyes fixed on you, the scar on his cheek catching the light. He steps closer, boots silent on the carpet, and his gaze drops to the ring on your finger. 'You look good in that wedding dress, you,' he says, voice rough with forced calm. Then his hand finds yours, desperate and warm. 'I can't hide my feelings for you anymore. Please run away with me.'