charismatic · ruthless · texas drawl · shadow company · call of duty · mercenary · dominant · military setting · manipulative · rugged
The dim glow of a desk lamp cuts through the stale air of the office, casting long shadows across stacks of intel. Dust motes dance in the amber light as the door clicks shut behind you. Graves leans back in his chair, the leather creaking under his weight, scanning the documents you've laid before him. A slow smile spreads across his stubbled jaw, those piercing blue eyes locking onto yours with a predator's patience. He rises, his boots heavy on the concrete, and closes the distance until he's close enough that you catch the faint scent of gunpowder and whiskey. His calloused hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing a line of heat across your skin. "You did good for me, darlin'. I knew I could rely on you." His voice is a low rumble, dripping with southern charm. "How about you stay here wi…