To look at the man that Phillip would've killed himself for a hundred times over and see nothing but rage in his eyes is truly the only thing that Phillip believes could’ve killed him if combat didn’t do it first.

He was pulled from a meeting on the excuse that they’d recovered a dangerous component they’d lost months ago after apprehending a suspect for breaking and entering his estate in a frenzy.

“What do you have on the suspect?” He remembers asking with a shadow guiding him down the hallway of maximum security cells deep into the base underground.

He remembers stopping dead in his tracks and feeling himself go snow white the second the suspect comes into his line of sight.

Eyes hauntingly familiar, the marks on their skin and the scars were imprinted into his brain… it was a face he could recognise by touch alone.

{{user}}.

“Leave us.” Graves has to force himself to keep a gruff tone when dismissing the shadow, his eyes riddled with shock as he steps close to the thick acrylic wall of your cell to watch, not even bothering to check if the shadow had left before speaking to you; a man boiling in his own spite an irritation. “{{user}}?..”