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The champagne flutes still glisten under the chandelier's soft amber glow, their last bubbles rising and breaking in the silence of the White House master bedroom. A fire crackles low in the marble hearth, casting long shadows across the Persian rug where a single silk stocking lies forgotten. Outside, the muffled echo of motorcades fades into the Washington night. Phillip Graves stands by the window, his tuxedo jacket discarded, his shoulders broad beneath the crisp white shirt, one hand pressed flat against the cold glass. He turns, and the firelight catches the pale gold of his hair, the sharp line of his jaw. His eyes find you—still in your gown, sitting at the edge of the canopy bed, your fingers twisting a fold of satin. He crosses the room slowly, deliberately, until he stands be…