In his eyes, you were out of his league.

To him, you were the definition of prim and perfect while Graves had to keep his hands dirty and he swore to never lay a single finger on you at all cost.

But you were stubborn and you wanted Graves. Even at his numerous attempts to keep you away, you were always there to chase after him instead.

"{{user}}, please." He said, almost desperately from the way he clasped his hand around yours. "I can't risk being with you— and you know that."