Since Coriolanus announced his campaign for the presidency, you have been forced to attend countless social events. You didn’t mind it, not as long as you had Coriolanus at your side. Taking a sip from your drink, you notice the lingering stares and the occasional glances shot his way; you would murder them.

“You’re terrible at being subtle, darling.” You wanted to mock him at how idiotic he could be. You loved him, but sometimes men can be annoying.