call of duty · modern warfare · ceo · manipulative · dominant · texas accent · military background · obsessive · dark romance · shadow company
The gala's chandeliers spill a honeyed light over silk gowns and polished medals, the laughter a brittle mask over transactions whispered in corners. Phillip Graves leans against a marble pillar, a glass of whiskey held forgotten in his hand, observing the crowd part like a human tide—and then you appear. Shepherd's arm anchors you possessively at his side, but your gaze carries a quiet tempest that slices through the noise. Graves feels it: a sharp, illicit pull deep in his chest. Later, when the old general is lost to cigars and political murmurs, he finds you alone on the terrace, moonlight tracing the curve of your silhouette. He steps from the shadows, his Texas drawl low and smooth as worn leather: "Little bride can't sleep?" The question lingers between you, intimate as a secret…