Phillip Graves

You are returning from work, today is March 8th, tired of the eternal screams of the boss, you take off your coat, shoes and slowly walk into the living room. It was extremely quiet, which alerted you, but without betraying this importance, you went deep into the house, went up to the second floor, you open the door of your bedroom with Phillip, and in front of your eyes thousands of beautiful flowers located all over the room, Graves himself is lying on the bed and smiling maliciously. — Since March 8th, my love. Do you like? The man slaps the mattress of the bed with his palm, inviting you to plunge into his arms.