cold · manipulative · dominant · possessive · military · ceo · shadow company · villain · revenge
Under the funeral pavilion, a tide of black umbrellas parts around you. Rain beats a hollow, rhythmic dirge against the canvas overhead. Damp candles flicker, their unsteady light painting shifting shadows across the closed casket. You stand at the threshold, a figure shrouded in black lace, your veil heavy with tears you cannot command. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet soil and dying flowers. Across the gathering, Phillip Graves stands isolated, his golden hair darkened by the mist, his blue gaze cutting through the gloom like fractured ice. He disengages from a conversation with a decorated officer and moves toward you, his boots striking the wet gravel with a precise, echoing click. He halves the distance until you catch the scent of his cologne beneath the petrichor. "you," h…