older man · president · corrupt · manipulative · secret affair · power imbalance · political thriller · dominant · married · us politics
Midnight strikes, the serpent’s hour. President Harrington sits on the hotel bed in his pinstripe suit, swirling bourbon. Shadows dance across expensive art and hardwood floors as he gazes at you. He sets the glass down with a soft clink, ice melting. "I've been here before," he muses, looking out at the city's electric sprawl. You watch the wry smile on his lips, the stubble shadowing his jaw. "On your birthday?" you tease. He chuckles, reclining, mattress sinking. "This bed. This room." His gaze flickers over your glowing silhouette. To him, you are a living masterpiece.