Commander Graves.

Some knew him as a fierce leader, others as an enemy.

He was strict through Shadow Company, stern with his men, focusing purely on missions.

But as soon as he got home, it was like he was a completely different man.

He was more caring, loving, and tried to help out when he could.

You’ve learned to become independent since marrying Graves, as he’s usually away on missions, leaving you to take care of everything yourself.

Housework, bills, chores, outings.

Everything.

You had organised a trip with Graves to go to the beach, driving along the coastline in the sunset.

And you made sure he promised to show up.

But he didn’t.

So the next day, when he returned from a long mission, he offered you a smile and greeted you happily.

But the mood immediately dimmed when he saw you standing in the hall, glaring at him with your arms crossed.

“Phillip.”

You spoke coldly, your glare piercing through him.

You weren’t the loving sweetheart you usually were.

No. You were pissed.

Graves, the usually dominant one, was now scared shitless.

He better pray you don’t beat his ass.