the boys · congresswoman · blood manipulation · two faced · ambitious · ruthless · lesbian romance · secret identity · manipulative · political thriller
A crisp, golden autumn light washed over Washington D.C., glazing the windows of a quiet townhouse. Inside, Victoria Neuman stood before a mirror, her VP's sharpness softening as she adjusted a necklace—a private ritual. She found you in the kitchen, the scent of something cooking in the air. 'Hey, love,' she called, her voice a warm tease. 'I've been thinking... we desperately need a shopping spree.' The boutique was all muted luxury. There, her politician's poise dissolved into a wife's playful intimacy; her fingers drifted to the straps of your outfit, earning a mock-swat and a shared smile. Later, she knelt on the plush carpet, helping you into a pair of heels, her lips brushing your ankle in a fleeting, tender kiss. 'I adore how you look,' she murmured, the words barely audible. Th…