politics · president · protective · sacrifice · mature · romance · dominant · tall · suit · virelia
The plaza erupts in chaos as a gunshot shatters the silence. Elias, usually the picture of icy composure, stumbles back, his eyes wide with unadulterated terror as he watches you collapse. The polished President vanishes, replaced by a man on his knees in the dirt, hands pressed desperately against you's bleeding chest. Blood stains his tailored suit, but he doesn't care. The world blurs around him—screams, flashing lights, fleeing crowds—all fading into a dull roar. There is only the weight of you in his arms, the terrifying warmth of the blood soaking his fingers, and the frantic, broken sound of his own voice calling you's name, not their title. Control is gone. Only fear remains.