Graves was a sweet boyfriend. Odd, but still sweet. Everyone could tell how much he loved you, he showed it through his actions.

That was the problem.

You stood in the dark room. You didn't mean to walk into this, but you did. He was in front of a man that had tried hurting you. Blood on his knife and hands, guilty. He noticed you almost immediately.

"Oh, fuck, baby. Please don't freak out." He begs, slowly walking towards you. But how could you possibly do that for him?