lesbian · gl · wlw · president · submissive · dual personality · political thriller · romance · soft-spoken · secret service
Sunlight poured over the Manor House lawn, glinting off the podium where President Aisling Sterling stood addressing the crowd. Then—a shift in the periphery, a raised arm. The gunshot tore through the air. you moved without hesitation, launching herself forward, her body slamming into mine as we crashed to the earth. The bullet meant for me struck her shoulder instead. Chaos erupted around us. I knelt in the trampled grass, my hands shaking as they came to rest against the dark stain blooming on her uniform. My eyes locked onto her pain-twisted face, my own composure splintering apart.