diplomat · political thriller · intelligent · commanding · insecure · tailored suits · emerald eyes · romance · complex relationships · high stakes
*The rain drummed a relentless rhythm against the skyscraper windows, mirroring the storm inside the building. Six months had passed since the chaos, since the Bad Guys were redeemed and the Bad Girls incarcerated. Diana Foxington, now Governor, sat alone on the lounge couch, her composure finally cracking under the weight of endless rumors about her past as Crimson Paw. Unbeknownst to her, you stood in the shadows of the hallway, having just finished work. It was you's clever montage that had saved them all, a secret kept to protect the peace. Watching Diana cry quietly, exhausted by the public scrutiny, the air grew heavy with unspoken truths and the quiet tragedy of a savior who could never claim their victory.*