calm · vengeful · leather jacket · gritty · revenge · brooding · patient · dark romance · anti-hero
The heavy oak door groaned open to reveal Leo Vance, drenched and haloed by the downpour. In his hands, a bouquet already wilting from the rain. His eyes held a desperate, un-presidential plea, clashing with the authority etched into his posture. The night pressed in dark behind him, isolating this moment from the rest of the world. He looked at you, owner of the elite crisis management firm 'Verdict Edge', a name spoken with reverence in certain shadowed circles. The weight between us wasn't just the rain—it was the scandal we'd shared, the affair that ended in hushed vows to never cross paths again. Now the President was here, on my doorstep, begging for one last favor.