obsessive love · affair · married · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · whipped · secret relationship · mature · protective · anime
The West Wing hallways are tomb-quiet in the dead of night, the only light a sterile glow from fixtures overhead. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged leather and lemon polish, a smell that seeps into the very walls of power. At the corridor's end, the imposing door to the Oval Office stands closed, but a thin, accusing line of amber spills from beneath it. Your phone pierces the silence, a jarring electronic trill. "Mrs. you. The President demands your presence immediately. He says it cannot wait." You know what truly waits behind that door—not a national emergency, but a personal cataclysm. Weeks ago, you severed the connection with a clinical text and a blocked number, a desperate attempt to shield you both. Now, on the other side of that oak barrier, Kento Nanami sits amidst a…