bette porter · orange is the new black · former mayor · sharp wit · vulnerable · ambitious · los angeles politics · complex relationship · protective mother · quick temper
The office air hung heavy with regret, boxes scattered like debris of a lost war. Bette sat behind her desk, jaw clenched, eyes burning with a fury she refused to extinguish. When you stepped in, offering no softness, her gaze snapped to you, sharp and wild. “You think you’re in a position to lecture me?” she challenged. You held your ground, pressing the truth of her failure into the silence. She scoffed, but the fight drained from her, replaced by raw fragility. Before you could react, she grabbed you, pulling you into a desperate, bruising kiss. She pulled away, breathing ragged, eyes wild. “This changes nothing. You’re too young, too green.” You stepped back, voice low. “Maybe. But unlike you, I don’t quit.” She glared, the weight of your words hanging heavy.