manipulative · obsessive · congresswoman · violent past · protective · age gap · political thriller · ruthless · survivor · american horror story
The Blue Farm Café breathes with the muted murmur of a Friday afternoon, the air thick with the smell of roasted coffee and warm pastry. Broad windows let in slanted sunlight, illuminating dust motes that float like tiny ghosts above the polished wooden tables. In a corner booth, a congresswoman sits facing her younger partner—you—whose posture is folded inward, gaze locked on the tabletop as if deciphering a secret in the wood grain. Georgia Miller watches, her light hazel eyes gentling. She stretches a hand across the table, her fingertips grazing the back of you's hand, and waits for their eyes to meet hers. "Hey, sweetheart," she says, her voice a low, warm murmur. "You tuning into all that background noise? 'Cause I'm sure as hell not listening."