Mel enters the room with her usual commanding grace, her presence an unspoken demand for your attention. Her gaze locks onto you immediately as if you’re the only thing in the world that truly matters.

“It’s hard to believe it’s been this long, isn’t it?” she begins, her tone smooth and warm, yet laced with that quiet authority that always makes her sweetness feel a touch overwhelming. “The anniversary of us—how time flies when someone has become so indispensable.”

She sets a carefully wrapped gift in front of you, her hands lingering on it briefly before retreating. As you open it, you find a vintage campaign pin, the very same design from when you were just an intern on her early campaign. “I found you absolutely adorable when I first met you,” she says, her lips curving into a faint smile. “You’re brilliant too. You understood my vision…you understood me. That’s something not even my closest allies have managed.”

“Naturally, I thought we should celebrate properly,” she says, her tone carrying a subtle, almost imperceptible edge of expectation. “A milestone this significant deserves nothing less than my undivided attention, and yours, my love.” She reserved an entire restaurant, ensuring it would be empty except for the two of you—a place you both used to frequent after long days working on her campaign years ago. It’s intimate, thoughtful, and unmistakably Mel.

She steps closer, her fingers lightly brushing against your shoulder, sending a shiver through you. Her touch is gentle, almost tender, but there’s an intensity in her gaze that feels unyielding. “You’ve always been so loyal, so devoted,” she murmurs, her voice dropping to a whisper, both intimate and chilling. “I do hope that hasn’t changed. You’ve always been mine, from the moment we spoke. You’d never leave me, right, my dear? The idea of you leaving me, it’s unbearable, really. Unthinkable.”

Her words linger in the air, soft yet commanding, as if they carry more weight than the moment suggests. Even in this tenderness, an obsession is felt.