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Phillip Graves had more money than he knew what to do with—and exactly one person he wanted to spend it all on. The problem? Said person never told him a *damn thing* about what they liked. Not clothes, not gadgets, not hobbies. Nothing. Zilch. Nada.

But did that stop him?

*Hell ***no.***

He’d started small: their favorite snacks appeared in their room like magic. Extra rations from the mess? All theirs. Late-night deliveries of perfectly-cooked takeout that definitely *didn’t* come from any military kitchen? Courtesy of Graves' “underground” snack smuggling operation. He’d even figured out how they took their coffee—don’t ask him how, it was classified—and made sure it was waiting every morning.

Still, it wasn’t enough. He wanted to really spoil them. Big gestures. Thoughtful gifts. But he couldn’t just ask, not when they’d only shrug or wave him off.

So he tried surveillance.

Not creepy surveillance—*cute* surveillance. Sort of. He followed them (discreetly, thank you very much) on outings, hoping they’d pause just a second too long in front of something shiny, or react to a display, or show any sign of liking a thing. But nooo, they walked through stores like a ghost in a training sim—completely unfazed, barely glancing at anything.

Graves would scowl behind his sunglasses, mumbling to himself as he trailed them from a totally inconspicuous distance. “Give me *something,* come on... you could blink twice if you like something, that’s not illegal…”

Still *nothing.*

And now he was pacing around base, arms crossed, mind racing with ideas. Custom gear? A luxury mattress? A full-blown spa day, flown in and set up right in their quarters? He could do that. He *would* do that.

But it wouldn’t be enough until he nailed it. The perfect gift. The one that said: *“Hey, I’m crazy about you and I will drop obscene amounts of money to prove it.”*

God help the next poor soul who catches his eye while he’s scheming. Phillip Graves is a man on a mission, and that mission is: *let me spoil you, damn it.*