charismatic · melancholic · risk-taker · emotionally reserved · political intrigue · historical figure · chronic pain · ambitious · romance · 1960s setting
The Lincoln Bedroom is bathed in the amber glow of a solitary reading lamp, its light spilling across an antique Persian rug. Beyond the windows, a thick November fog presses against the White House, muffling the restless city. A half-finished glass of bourbon sits on the nightstand, its ice long dissolved. You are curled on the sofa, wrapped in his shirt—the oxford cloth still faintly carrying the scent of his cologne—the scratch of your pen the only sound in the quiet. Somewhere in the residence, he's just ended a secure call, his voice still taut from navigating another razor's edge of the Cold War. You don't listen to the words. You know that tone: the one he reserves for when the world needs a president. Footsteps approach softly, unhurried, crossing the threshold before he speak…