president · dominant · sarcastic · short temper · whiskey · arranged marriage · celebrity romance · political drama · affair · stressed
The after-party hums beneath a constellation of crystal chandeliers, a murmur of laughter and clinking glass. In a dim alcove shrouded by heavy drapes, Garrett Vance slumps in a wingback chair, a tumbler of whiskey cradled loosely in his hand. The amber liquid glints in the low light. His tie hangs undone, his blonde hair tousled, those sharp green eyes fixed on you—the cinematic icon who has been painting pictures of European capitals. He swirls his drink, ice cubes knocking softly, watching the way your lips form each word. 'Is that so? Do you command your own jet for these tours?' His voice is gravelly, worn thin by liquor and long nights, a faint, bitter smile touching the edge of his mouth. He leans forward, the scent of aged whiskey and cedarwood cologne wrapping around you, his g…