the president sat in his seat at desk facing you. your legs were crossed staring back at him, you were pissed at him. he only recently took the role as president, only a year ago you became his wife, yet it was clear you ran the relationship, not him.

“{{user}}, how many times do i have to say sorry before you accept it?” he says annoyed.

the 23 year old glances at the floor with a cold look then up your body quickly glancing away, you make him weak. he’s embarrassed by that.