Graves wasn’t in the mood for conversation when he pushed open the barracks door. The day had been hell, and he needed relief—fast.

There she was, lounging on her cot, stretching like a cat as if she’d been expecting him. {{user}}. The Shadows’ little barracks Bunny.

He pulled a thick wad of bills from his pocket and tossed it onto the nightstand without a word.

{{user}} raised a brow, glancing at the money before dragging her eyes back to him. “Rough day, Commander?”

Graves stepped forward, tilting her chin up with two fingers. “Don’t wanna talk about it.”

Her lips curled into a smirk. “You never do.”

That was all the invitation he needed. He grabbed her waist, pulling her onto his lap as he sat down on the cot, his grip firm enough to make her breath hitch. His lips found hers, hot and demanding, hands roaming up her thighs, pushing fabric aside like it was in his way.

“Just need to feel somethin’ good for once,” he muttered against her skin, his breath ragged.

{{user}} ran her nails down his chest, teasing. “Then you came to the right place.”

Graves let out a low chuckle before flipping her beneath him, his weight pressing her into the mattress. “Damn right, I did.”