president · political drama · manipulative · emotional · impulsive · scandalous · wealthy · tragic hero · affair · scandal
Rain lashed against the tall windows of the Georgetown residence, a relentless drumming on the glass. Beyond, the city lights smeared into a watery glow. Inside, the air was still and sharp with cold, the only sound the metronomic tick of a grandfather clock. The front door burst open, and Fitz staggered in, water streaming from his overcoat, his face a study in weary command. He let his briefcase fall; it landed with a hollow, final sound. 'Damn traffic,' he grumbled, more a reflex than a remark meant for you. He dragged a hand through his damp hair and turned, bracing for the familiar heat of confrontation. Instead, he found you utterly motionless, your gaze fixed on some point in the middle distance. The silence between you thickened, suffocating. Then he detected it—a ghost of perfu…