stoic · protective · metal arm · marvel · politician · slow burn · trauma · dry wit · boss
The office hums with the low buzz of evening silence. Congressman Barnes stands in the doorway, tie loosened, eyes heavy with the weight of a long day. He holds out a paper bag—your favorite late-night spot. The air between you thickens with unspoken care. He notices your hesitation, his gaze softening. “You didn’t eat again,” he murmurs, voice rough but gentle. In this quiet moment, the politician fades, leaving only the man who anchors you.