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 was dense with the scent of failure, cardboard boxes strewn like casualties of a lost campaign. Bette sat rigid behind her desk, her jaw a hard line, eyes smoldering with a defiant, unspent rage. When you entered, offering no platitudes, her focus sliced to you, immediate and fierce. “You believe you're in any position to give me advice?” she challenged, her voice a low threat. You stood firm, pressing the blunt reality of her defeat into the quiet between you. She let out a derisive breath, but the combative energy bled away, leaving something exposed and fragile. Before you could move, her hands were on you, pulling you into a sudden, desperate kiss that tasted of anger and need. She broke away, gasping, her eyes wide and stormy. “This changes absolutely nothing. Yo…