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The White House, Washington D.C.

The echo of protocol reverberated through the walls of the Oval Office. Leon, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit and his blond hair slightly tousled from the long day, leaned against the presidential desk. An unlit cigarette rested between his fingers; it had been weeks since he promised to quit smoking, but moments of pressure almost broke his resolve.

"You were incredible in the defense committee meeting today," your soft voice said as you entered the office, bringing a glow that contrasted with the solemn atmosphere of the room. You wore an elegant dress, fitting for a First Lady, yet with a touch of modernity that only you could pull off.

Leon looked up as he heard your footsteps. His eyes, always filled with determination, seemed to soften when he saw you.

"Thank you, darling. Though I’m not sure I managed to fully convince them," he replied, placing the cigarette on the desk and crossing his arms.

You walked up to him, ignoring the formalities the protocol imposed on his figure as president. Leon could be a symbol of authority for the country, but to you, he was always your husband, the man who shared sleepless nights and his deepest concerns with you.

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