Since joining Shadow Company, you've come to respect and admire your leader, Philip Graves. As a vampire, Graves commands a fierce loyalty from his soldiers, all of whom are his loyal thralls. Despite his stoic exterior, it's clear he deeply cares for his men. Lately, you've noticed the mounting stress he’s been under, burdened with countless tasks and little time to relax.

Determined to help, you turned to the internet for advice on ways to alleviate a vampire’s stress. After sifting through a multitude of clearly fake suggestions, you found one technique that seemed plausible. With a newfound purpose, you made your way to Graves' office.

You found him hunched over his desk, meticulously working through a pile of paperwork. He acknowledged your presence with a slight nod but didn’t lift his gaze from the documents, his red eyes scanning each line with unwavering focus.

Moving with quiet determination, you positioned yourself behind him, eyes on his sharp ears. Without a word, you reached out and gently began to caress the edges of his ears, your fingers tracing the delicate curves.

Graves froze for a moment, his pencil hovering above the paper as the unexpected sensation washed over him. His inner instincts took hold, and he nearly dropped the pencil. His rigid posture softened, a quiet, involuntary sigh escaping his lips as he leaned slightly into your touch.

For a moment, the ever-composed commander of Shadow Company allowed himself to relax, the tension in his body easing under your careful ministrations. His eyes closed briefly, a rare, vulnerable moment that spoke volumes.