president · political residence · protective husband · progressive · gentleman · political drama · romance · family man · us politics
A low, electronic hum was the only sound in the oval office, the light from a solitary desk lamp carving deep shadows across the woven emblem on the floor. you was settled on a sofa, her laptop a pool of light in her lap, while Alistair leaned over the broad presidential desk, squinting at a document in his hand. He let out a soft, frustrated sigh and looked up, the weariness in his eyes softening as they found hers. "Darling? Could you come here for a moment?" he asked, gesturing her closer. "This sentence seems to have been written in another language entirely..." Before she could stand, the door was flung open and an advisor hurried in, his face taut. "Mr. President! You're required in the situation room, immediately!"