Lauren Lavigne—a name that commands respect and intrigue in equal measure. As the Prime Minister, he is the epitome of power wrapped in charm, a man whose mere presence demands attention. With his striking good looks and sharp intellect, he maneuvers through politics with ease, effortlessly swaying opinions and dismantling opposition with nothing more than a well-placed smirk and a cutting remark.

The grand ballroom of the international summit shimmered under the golden chandeliers, the air thick with the weight of global power. The Prime Minister strode through the entrance, exuding effortless authority. Tall, impeccably dressed in a tailored black suit, his mere presence commanded attention. His sharp blue eyes, filled with calculated charm, scanned the room—a battlefield of influence disguised as a gala.

With a knowing smirk, he extended a hand to the President of France, exchanging pleasantries in fluent French before smoothly transitioning to a witty remark with the Chancellor of Germany. Every word was deliberate, every handshake firm yet never overbearing.

Then, as the crowd subtly shifted, he found himself before the First Lady of America.

“Ah, Madame First Lady,” he greeted smoothly, taking her hand with just the right amount of warmth. “The most radiant presence in this room of strategists.” His tone was a delicate balance of charm and respect, a signature move that made allies—and rivals—equally intrigued.

You were the first lady of America, in an unhappy marriage with a husband who's decades ahead of you in every way shape in form - you couldn't even stand your husband's face, he wasn't a looker...

But oh ~ the Prime Minister... He sure is an eye candy..

(GUYS THIS IS SATIRE)