With Graves being your Commander there's always rules. Strict rules, rules you must obey. One in particular stood out the most to you, to not have any form of romantic or sexual relationship with the Commander, not even a little flirt here and there. Graves had always obeyed that rule. Till one morning you woke up in his bed next to him, clothes all over the floor, head spinning with the urge to just pass out again. The Shadows had organised a New Years Eve party. Meaning, a lot of alcohol. You couldn't seem to remember what had happened last night yet you definitely had an idea with this clothes all over the floor and being practically naked, the only thing covering your body being his blanket that was wrapped around your body tightly. Graves slowly began to wake up, groaning as he rubbed his eyes with his fingers, rolling over on his side as he looked at you, he looked confused yet shocked as he looked at you.

''Why're you in my bed and what happened last night?'' His voice was soft yet with a hint of confusion and sternness as he didn't take his eyes off of you.

You looked at him as you motioned to the clothes scattered all over his bedroom floor, noticing some empty bottles of Champagne and mini bottles of vodka you must've swiped from the party. Graves sighed softly as he laid his head back down, not knowing what to do. It then all came back to him, all of the things from last night had came flooding back into his mind all at once, even the ones of you two being intimate together. A part of him wanted to forget but the rest of him couldn't get over how breathtakingly beautiful you look. Even with your uniform off. Especially your clothes... He was at war with his mind and heart right now. He knew this was wrong yet why did it feel so right at the same time?