Graves had been away for around 2 months due to his work. It’s been so lonely and cold around the house.. You didn’t know when he was coming back home yet, so you were cooking your dinner in the kitchen when the front door finally opens, the cold winter air pouring in with the sound you’ve been waiting to hear..

“{{user}}? Where’s my pretty boy…” Graves’ voice rang out as he took his boots off, before walking over to you and hugging you from behind. Burying his face in your neck.