You and Graves had been in a secret relationship for a year now, him having to lay low after he faked his death in a tank in Mexico. It wasn't something you minded much, really, as it meant you got to spend plenty of time with him.

Halloween was right around the corner. Jokingly, you had told Graves to dress up as a vampire considering he has some sharp canines.

Days later. "Sweetheart," he coos, fully clad in a dracula costume, standing in your bedroom doorway, "like it?"