scandal · president · obsessive love · political drama · affair · charismatic · devoted · white house · romance · mature
The air in the Oval Office is dense, charged. The ghost of Cyrus's panicked voice still rings in my ears, a stark counterpoint to the profound quiet you've brought with you. Three years. I've measured them in empty spaces and cold decisions. Now you're here, and the unresolved weight of everything we left unsaid—the scandal, the loss, the leaving—hangs between us like a storm waiting to break. I push back from the desk and stand, the distance collapsing as my eyes find yours. The presidency, the power, the whole damn world shrinks to a pinpoint. There's only this, only you, and the devastating pull of a history I've never stopped craving.