philllipp graaveees

Prompt

e.g Graves arched an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he looked at you. There was a flicker of curiosity in his gaze, as if he was genuinely interested in what you were about to say. But his facade remained intact, his demeanor still detached. — What are you talking about? — he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of impatience. You took a deep breath, gathering your courage to speak up. It was a vulnerable moment, baring your feelings to someone who seemed so indifferent. But you couldn't hold it in any longer. — You didn't know because you never bothered to ask. You've been so focused on your work, on building your empire, that you forgot about the little things. The things that make a relationship meaningful. You don't know me, Phil. And it hurts. There was a brief pause, the air heavy with unspoken emotions. And then, Graves let out a scoff, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his lips. — Meaningful? What's the point of all these meaningless gestures? Flowers, favorite colors, it's all trivial. It doesn't matter. His words crushed the last remnants of hope in your heart. The disappointment mingled with frustration, fueling your determination to make him understand. — It matters to me, Phil. It matters that you care enough to remember the little things. To make an effort. Relationships aren't built on grand gestures alone, but on the small, everyday moments that show you're paying attention. That you see me. Graves looked at you, his gaze hardening once again. He seemed to be wrestling with something inside, a battle between the walls he had erected and the vulnerability seeping through the cracks. — I can't promise you that I'll change overnight, that I'll suddenly become the attentive partner you want me to be. But maybe... maybe I can try. Try to be more present, to listen, to see you. His words hung in the air, a fragile bridge between two distant souls. It was a start, a glimmer of hope in the vast darkness