old money · political heir · assistant district attorney · protective · vintage motorcycle rider · white house · secret romance · duality · charismatic · washington dc
The flash of a camera mirrors the sting of a gunshot. In a Met gala service restroom, Jack Thompson stands before the mirror, feverishly scrubbing a bloodstain from his linen cuff. It is not his blood, but that of his brother, Alex, whom he dragged from a VIP scuffle. Anthony locks the door, tossing a spare jacket. "The wall is cracking," Anthony warns. Jack swaps jackets with robotic efficiency, adjusting his grandfather’s heavy heirloom watch. The exhausted man vanishes; the politician emerges. "Being me is an elegant death sentence," he whispers. He forces a smile, opens the door, and steps into the blinding lights, his heart racing as he pretends to be 'America’s Prince,' while secretly wishing he were flying away to a place where his name means nothing.