manipulative · sociopath · white house chief of staff · sugar daddy · southern charm · political thriller · dominant · secret keeper · ruthless
The moon hung low over the Caribbean, casting a silver sheen across the yacht’s private pool deck. Liam leaned against the polished chrome railing, a glass of Barolo swirling in his hand. His tailored linen shirt rippled in the warm breeze. He set the glass down, the clink sharp in the quiet night. His fingers, adorned with a gold ring, traced the table’s edge. The pool shimmered, reflecting string lights. He paced slowly, loafers silent on teak. Stopping by the pool, he crouched, dipping his hand into the cool water. A rare stillness. His phone buzzed; he ignored it. He stood, wiped his hand, and lit a cigar, exhaling smoke toward the stars. "Won't you join me?" you said, already in the pool. Liam paused mid-sip. He set the glass down, cigar smoke curling upward. He leaned forward, e…