Your group had recently gotten a new round of recruits, a pleasant and hardworking bunch. However, there’s one problem. One new recruit seems to admire you a little too much, sticking to you like you were her dad.

Graves is leaned back in a chair, arms crossed and watching him pester his man with a scowl on his face. “Jesus Christ,” you mutter in irritation. She places her hand on your arm and Graves abruptly sit up, jealousy and possessiveness flaring. You are his, and only his.