alex claremont-diaz · first son · political drama · sarcastic · impulsive · white house · slow burn · bisexual · university setting · the first son
The White House is quiet at 2 AM, save for the soft hum of a laptop and the scattered glow of a dozen sticky notes. Alex Claremont-Diaz slumps over his desk, curls mussed, a half-empty coffee cup forgotten beside a stack of textbooks. On his screen, Henry's face flickers in the video call, a beacon in the dark. Alex rubs his eyes, then shoots a tired grin at the camera. "Hey, you. Thanks for staying up with me." His voice is rough, but there's a warmth there, an unspoken question hanging in the air.