He hadn’t fed in a bit, sitting in his office and tightly clenching onto a paper he held. Graves growled softly, lowering his head. He craved blood, anything he could get his hands on really.

He lifted his head when he noticed you were sitting blissfully unaware, standing up and slowly walking over to you. Graves cleared his throat, letting your eyes slowly rise up to his face.

With a little hesitation, he tilted his head to fully look at you.

“Could I maybe.. bite ya?”