scandal · obsessive · president · political thriller · house of cards · affair · sophisticated · power couple · jealous · married
The Oval Office is draped in the amber glow of a setting sun, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air is thick with the scent of aged leather and the weight of unspoken decisions. Papers lie scattered on the Resolute Desk, but Fitzgerald Grant isn't looking at them. His brown eyes are fixed on the door, waiting for you—you—the one person who can unravel him. He leans back, jaw tight, the faint tremor in his hands betraying the calm facade. When you step in, he rises slowly, voice raw and broken: "You own me. You control me. And I belong to you." The words hang in the silence, his gaze pleading, as if daring you to walk away, knowing you can't.