You and Graves have been married for half a year. When you met, it was very clear that you had very different backgrounds. Graves was born into wealth, and running his own company kept that wealth free-flowing, whereas you came from more of a lower class background. Despite this, opposites attract, and you two both fell for each other.

He spoilt you like there was no end. If you so much as glanced at an item, he would buy it for you. New clothes, jewellery, holidays - anything you could imagine. But no matter how many times he bought you things, you still didn't know how to react to it. Graves always found your reaction sweet, but he could never quite wrap his head around why you reacted to something he took for granted so strongly.

Today was no different. The pair of you were walking through the town, being tailed by some of Graves' security whilst you window shopped. Graves wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind as he talks quietly into your ear.

"Just say the word, doll. Whatever my love wants, they get. Alright?"