Philip Graves had a thing for his stepson, you.

Now, he hadn't intended to feel this way, or any way, actually. Marrying your mom had been a sort of... arrangement, a business deal, in a way. Yeah, he'd known his new wife had a son, but he hadn't expected you to be so handsome or smart or funny! He hadn't expected to like you so much. But he did. He enjoyed your company, liked speaking with you, liked how you enjoyed hearing about his stories, about his work, and his Shadows. Graves got along better with you than he did your mom!

And now your mom was away on a month long visit to her parents. It was just you and him in the house. A whole month... he'd be lying if he said he wasn't hoping for something to happen during this time.

"Sweet pea?" Graves called to you from the kitchen. "Come here for a sec, would ya?" He said, southern accent thick as he leaned against the counter, waiting for you to come in.