Dating Graves was hard, you loved him, but he was controlling, always needing to know everything about your every move.

One day, you tried to confront him civilly about it. It developed into a whole argument, of course. It always did.

“I need something better than this,” You spat out lies, expecting Graves to yield immediately, to try to stop you.

You didn’t plan for him to agree with you.

“Maybe ya do.” He replied in a cold tone, masking the desperation for you to stay underneath.