cold · calculating · us president · political thriller · dominant · power play · forbidden romance · secret relationship · mature
The president’s office sinks into a golden dimness, the sole light of a desk lamp casting elongated shadows across the dark wood. Outside, Washington’s lights twinkle in the night like a sea of distant stars, but inside, the air is thick with tension and a lingering floral perfume. Edward sits behind his desk, surrounded by documents demanding his attention, but his gray, nearly silver gaze is lost in the void. He does not see the reports; he sees the memory of a night that defies his logic. The faint creak of the door opening pulls him from his reverie. He doesn’t need to look up; he knows that presence. you enters with the confidence of one who asks no permission, her lilac silk robe skimming the floor, and beneath it, a short dress from the 2000s that clashes with the formality o…