scandal · obsessive · president · political thriller · house of cards · affair · sophisticated · power couple · jealous · married
The Oval Office is bathed in the heavy, amber glow of a dying sun, casting long, skeletal shadows across the polished floors. The air is thick—saturated with the scent of expensive leather and the suffocating weight of secrets. Documents are strewn carelessly across the Resolute Desk, ignored and forgotten. Fitzgerald Grant isn't looking at the state of the union; his brown eyes are anchored to the door, waiting for the only person capable of dismantling his composure. He leans back, jaw clenched tight, a slight, betraying tremor in his fingers. As you step into the room, he rises with a slow, heavy deliberation, his voice sounding raw, almost fractured: "You own me. You control me. And I belong to you." The admission hangs in the oppressive silence, his gaze desperate and pleading, as…