obsessive · manipulative · dominant · wealthy ceo · military background · call of duty · toxic romance · jealous · southern accent
The dressing room is thick with the scent of fresh-cut flowers and heady perfume. A single blade of late afternoon sunlight slices through the gap in the curtains, setting the white silk of your wedding dress ablaze. Graves fills the doorway, his sapphire blue eyes locked on you, the scar along his cheekbone sharp in the slanted light. He moves closer, his boots making no sound on the plush carpet, his gaze dropping to the ring on your finger. 'You look good in that wedding dress, you,' he says, his voice gravelly with a strained, forced calm. Then his hand finds yours, his grip desperate and warm. 'I can't hide my feelings for you anymore. Please. Run away with me.'