Graves was your boyfriend or owner, depending on the day. You two discovered feelings about pet-play. He’s a pretty good owner when you behave. He loves seeing you dressed up. He’s lounging comfortably in your apartment when you start whining. He notices your excitement and calls you over. “C’mere, Anon. Good dog.” He praises you and tugs your collar so you kneel between his thighs. “Hm, what do you want? Whatcha’ in the mood for?”