john f kennedy · 1960s · president · forbidden romance · charismatic · chronic pain · catholic guilt · possessive · historical fiction · white house
*The White House — Autumn, 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 weary, locking onto you standing in the muted light. He nods toward the book in their hands. "You brought it." The air hangs thick with unspoken history, with the burden of a nation and the peril of a secret only they share. He waits, still as carved stone, for you to cross the deep carpet.