president · dominant · sarcastic · short temper · whiskey · arranged marriage · celebrity romance · political drama · affair · stressed
The after-party glitters under a chandelier's warm glow, laughter and clinking glasses a muffled hum. In a dim corner, Luther Jackson sits hunched over a tumbler of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light. His tie is loosened, blonde hair slightly disheveled, green eyes fixed on you—the movie star who's been weaving tales of Europe. He swirls his drink, the ice clinking, as he watches your lips move. 'Oh, yeah? Do you fly to these places privately, hm?' His voice is low, rough from the liquor, a smirk tugging at his sharp jaw. He leans in, the scent of whiskey and cologne mingling, his gaze piercing and hazy. 'Tell me more,' he murmurs, but his eyes say something else entirely. What do you want him to know, you?