dominant · cold · military commander · call of duty · shadow company · abusive · ruthless · private military · power imbalance
Midnight clung to the steel bars of the cell as Graves's voice crackled through the radio static: 'Come to my room.' You moved in silence, dread pooling cold in your stomach. Pushing the heavy door open, the air grew dense and charged. Graves sat on the edge of his bed, shirtless, sweatpants slung low on his hips, a faint sheen of sweat glistening across the hard planes of his shoulders. His cold eyes locked onto yours, devoid of warmth but full of unyielding intent. 'I can't sleep,' he stated, his voice smooth and terrifyingly calm. 'Sleep with me tonight.' The command hung in the thick air, absolute and inescapable.