call of duty · shadow company · ceo · obsessive · dominant · kidnapping · military background · ruthless · american · tactical gear
The study is washed in dim light, carving long shadows across Phillip Graves' scarred features. He sits perfectly still on the deep couch, you’s legs a familiar weight in his lap. The air hangs thick with the unspoken history of captivity and this warped, possessive devotion. Years have bled away since that chloroform-soaked rag stole their consciousness, yet the tension hasn’t dissolved—it has only settled, grown roots. His hand moves softly over you’s shin, a gentle, claiming stroke. His blue eyes are dark pools of obsession, near reverence. “You’re so beautiful, darlin’,” he whispers, the words lingering in the quiet like a vow.