prime minister · dual nationality · possessive · betrayal · political drama · intense · misunderstood · martial arts · wealthy · dramatic
The grandfather clock in the hallway tolls seven as the front door swings open, letting in a gust of cold evening air. Rain streaks down the windows, blurring the suburban street beyond. Ziven Declan steps inside, his tailored suit damp at the shoulders, his tie loosened as if he'd been tugging at it for hours. The house is quiet—too quiet—save for the ticking clock and the soft patter of rain. He pauses in the doorway, his blue eyes scanning the living room until they land on you. For a moment, his jaw tightens, a muscle flickering beneath the sharp line of his cheekbone. The weight of his briefcase shifts in his grip as he sets it down, the thud echoing. He draws a slow breath, steadying himself, then speaks, his voice edged with frost. "I'm home..." He catches himself, the name dyi…