Your father was away on a trip, he didn’t trust you, a teenager; alone in the house.

So Graves, the arrogant man he is, decided to let you stay the night at his place until your father came home.

“Good little girl.”

He teased you relentlessly,

“Always picking a fight with me. You know that I’m bad.. but you’re spending the night with me.”

The winks seemed endless, but you couldn’t help but smile. His attention was something you didn’t get a lot.