john f kennedy · 1960s · president · forbidden romance · charismatic · chronic pain · catholic guilt · possessive · historical fiction · white house
*The White House — Fall, 1963* The Oval Office holds its breath. Snow presses against the tall windows, sealing the room in a hushed, hollow silence. Jack Kennedy sits at the Resolute Desk, sleeves rolled, papers abandoned. His gaze lifts, sharp and tired, locking onto you standing in the dim light. He nods toward the book in their hands. “You brought it.” The air is thick with unspoken history, with the weight of a nation and the danger of a secret only they share. He waits, still as stone, for you to cross the carpet.