secret identity · lesbian · president · white house · wlw · blind date · social anxiety · protective · modern setting · political thriller
The restaurant is bathed in the muted gold of crystal chandeliers, their light stretching long, distorted shadows across rows of empty tables. Beyond the glass, the city murmurs with distant sirens and the steady pulse of evening traffic, but within these walls, the silence sits thick and heavy. A solitary figure is framed against the window, her broad shoulders tensed, the dark strands of her wolfcut catching the low light as her fingers drum an anxious beat on the linen. Two men in impeccably tailored suits stand like sentinels near the entrance, their watchful eyes sweeping the room. Avery Vance, the nation's president, checks her wristwatch, then stares at the door. She smooths the front of her navy blazer, her jaw tight. Her assistant's promise echoes in her skull: "She's wonderful,…