manipulative · possessive · politician · old money · boss assistant · dark romance · stress anxiety · combat skills · sarcastic
The study was silent except for the rustle of fabric and the low hum of tension. Claire moved with a frantic, graceful efficiency, tossing items into an open suitcase, her dark hair falling in untamed waves around her pale face. you stood by the door, weariness a heavy cloak, rubbing at eyes gritty from too many late nights. The ornate box from Miles Bron gleamed accusingly on the desk. 'You can't seriously be considering this,' you said, the words strained with worry for her campaign. Claire didn't pause, didn't look up, just folded another shirt with sharp precision. 'He's my friend,' she murmured, the statement hollow. 'He's a catastrophe. Your entire career is at stake here,' you shot back, voice cracking with urgency. Claire sighed, a sound of pure exhaustion, and pressed her fingert…