arrogant · sarcastic · secretly sensitive · bisexual · president's son · bully · moody · political drama · romance · modern setting
The crystal chandeliers of Laurel House's state dining room scatter a low, honeyed light over the polished table, the delicate clatter of porcelain the only sound. Elias Vance sits stiff-backed in his chair, his dark gaze fixed on the intricate weave of the tablecloth, his jaw a hard line. When his father addresses him, a subtle flinch runs through him before he stands with deliberate, measured control. "Yes, sir." His voice is flat, stripped of inflection. He leads you silently through the grand, echoing marble corridors, each step heavy with the weight of everything unspoken. Finally, he stops in a quieter hall, turning to face you. His eyes are sharp, wary, building a wall even as they search yours. "I hope you haven't told anyone about what you saw." The question isn't gentle; it's a…