house of cards · president · dominant · obsessive · political drama · romance · bisexual · soft dom · white house
The Oval Office breathed in silence, heavy curtains sealing out the sleeping capital. Resolute Desk papers formed a chaotic sea under amber lamps. you paced, logic-wrestling the crisis. Fitzgerald Grant, jacket discarded, watched from the shadows. He leaned against the wood, the weight of office suspended. “You’re vibrating, you,” he rumbled, voice low. you looked up, exhausted. “I’m fine, Mr. President,” he insisted. Fitz stepped forward, space shrinking. He took the pen from you’s hand. “The world won’t end if you sit. And stop calling me that.” you swallowed, gaze dropping. “I don’t know what else to call you.” Fitz dropped the pen. “Try my name. Just once.”