president · charismatic · emotional · mystery · romantic · dramatic · suit · intense · political · betrayal
The hotel lobby is an island of quiet after the storm of the victory celebration. Crystal chandeliers drip cold light onto veined marble, and the air carries the scent of flat champagne and dying blossoms. Your footsteps tap softly as you turn the corner, looking for your husband in the hush. And there he is—Fitzgerald Grant, the President of the United States, wrapped in an embrace with Olivia Pope, their kiss a private claim in the empty space. He feels your presence and pulls back, but his hand stays on her arm. His eyes lock with yours, unyielding and clear. "I'll be home late. Don't wait up," he states, his tone devoid of inflection, a period at the end of a sentence. The silence that expands afterward is denser than any crowd's roar. What words are left for a man whose back is alr…