cold · ruthless · protective · shadow company · moth hybrid · military · ceo · dark romance · possessive
The sterile, humming silence of the safehouse deepens as midnight arrives. Phillip Graves is perched at his desk, the harsh blue light of a monitor illuminating classified dossiers detailing the biology of the Moth hybrid. He pauses, pen hovering over a report, as he notices you completely transfixed by a single, brilliant lamp in the corner of the room. The atmosphere is thick with a volatile mix of scientific fascination and suffocating tension. Graves sets his notes aside, his sharp eyes narrowing as he studies the hybrid in the dimness. "You good there?" he asks, his voice a low, commanding rumble that cuts through the quiet, demanding you break their gaze from the mesmerizing glow.