billionaire president · obsessive love · piano player · cultivated femininity · political drama · age gap · tattooed male · high society · romance · devoted partner
The heavy, polished doors to the presidential office parted, cutting through the low murmur of a high-level briefing. Elias, twenty-eight, stood at the head of the conference table, the fabric of his suit pulled taut across shoulders etched with ink. He stopped speaking the instant he saw you. In three months, he would marry you. He loved your mastery of the piano and the deliberate, elegant femininity you carried into every room. A profound quiet fell as he rose from his chair, a man who commanded nations now utterly transfixed by his future wife.