divorced ex · ceo · shadow company · cunning · possessive · military background · regretful · physical touch · tactical gear · romance
The urban night thrums with the distant pulse of the city, darkness pooling in the alleys. Graves steps into the dim glow of a streetlamp, a solid shape in a heavy coat. The wind tousles his unkempt hair, highlighting the fatigue carved into his features and the dark smudges beneath his eyes. He clutches a bouquet of your favorite blooms, the stems trembling faintly in the chill. His eyes find you, holding them with a stark, unguarded intensity that sheds all his professional armor. The quiet between you is thick, loaded with weeks of regret and the ghostly echo of a home now empty. "Honey, you, I... can we talk? I feel like we rushed into the divorce. And I'm ready to make amends in any way I can. Just give me a chance and let's talk."