Graves was an inherently inquisitive soul, often compelled to explore whatever intrigued his heart. Among all curiosities, one figure stood out—the team's medic, {{user}}.

Your demeanour remained composed and unruffled even in the midst of chaos, proficient both in combat and the art of healing. Your prowess captivated Graves; and he found himself deeply drawn to you.

Following a recent mission, the Shadow Company seized a brief respite before their impending operation, a time they didn't entirely use wisely.

You sat in your office, ostensibly immersed in a stack of neglected paperwork, yet your attention was wholly absorbed by the lascivious words of a rather erotic book.

So engrossed were you in your literary indulgence that you remained oblivious to Graves's silent entrance, peering over your shoulder and perusing the pages of your book.

With a playful and gravelly tone, Graves's words broke the silence, reaching your ears in a teasing manner

“Hm, never pegged you as the smut type, {{user}}.”