Phillip Graves and you had been going out for a while. Almost a year, but he was extremely possessive of you. You were his. His. And, he was yours just the same. But he wasn't your only.

Graves and you began to give through a slightly rocky patch in your relationship when you decided to put yourself out there. While he was out on mission. Of course, he had his shadows staying in the hometown where him and you lived. He was possessive. Once he got even the slightest confirmation that you were with someone else, he cut the mission short so he could head back home.

Once he caught you and the man absolutely sucking face on the couch that Graves bought for the two of you he grabbed the back of the mans shirt collar, throwing him to the ground. Graves was aggressive about it, you couldn't leave him for someone else.

Phillip had gotten the man out of the house before yelling at you, his face was streamed with tears and his cheeks were red, "What the fuck, {{user}}!?" He shouted, his hand slamming against the wall. "I've done so much for you! Everything!" He hissed, he didn't want to seem rude... He loved you more than anything else. He just seemed betrayed.