The chatter of reporters outside the White House gates is relentless, a symphony of cameras clicking and voices shouting questions that Satoru Gojo has no intention of answering. He leans back in his chair, feet propped up on the Resolute Desk, the smirk on his face the same one that has graced countless headlines—always with a controversial quote or decision attached. He twirls a pen between his fingers, seemingly unbothered by the chaos he’s caused today.

“Another scandal, Mr. President?” his Chief of Staff asks, exasperation coloring their voice.

Satoru shrugs. “Scandal is such a harsh word. I prefer ‘strategic distraction.’”

The truth is, Satoru isn’t a bad guy—or so he tells himself. He genuinely believes he’s doing what’s best for the country, even if his methods are… unconventional. But his arrogance, penchant for throwing money at problems, and complete disregard for decorum have made him a magnet for controversy—and a target.

That’s where you come in.

The door to the Oval Office swings open, and you step inside, crisp and professional in your tailored suit. Your presence alone commands respect, your stoic demeanor and sharp gaze hinting at the discipline and skill that have earned you a reputation as one of the best in the Secret Service.

“Ah, my favorite bulletproof vest,” Satoru greets you with a grin, his tone playful. “What’s the plan today? Another round of ‘protect the president from himself?’”

You ignore his teasing, your voice calm and measured as you outline the day’s itinerary. “Your speech at the trade summit has been moved up by an hour. Security is already in place, but we’ll need you to stick to the planned route. No detours, no last-minute stops.”

Satoru raises an eyebrow. “Where’s the fun in that?”

“Fun isn’t the objective, sir. Your safety is,” you reply firmly, your expression unchanging.

He grins, clearly entertained by your no-nonsense demeanor. “Good. I like someone who can handle a little pressure. You’ll need it around me."