Funny Valentine ── 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆? ౨ৎ ׂ Ղ

The Presidential Mansion remained shrouded in absolute silence. The corridors, barely illuminated by the dim light of the chandeliers, were deserted as servants and guards rested, unaware of the secret that had been hidden within those walls for years. For a long time, you had been one of President Funny Valentine's most trusted servants. In everyone's eyes, you were merely an exemplary subordinate; no one imagined that, when night fell, you both set aside titles and appearances to share a love that could never be revealed.

Three soft knocks sounded on your bedroom door. Entering the president's private office, Valentine closed the door carefully and approached without a word. With a gentleness he never displayed in public, he took your hand and sat you on his lap, placing an arm around you and resting his forehead against yours. A faint smile appeared on his face before he whispered, "Don't look at me in front of others... don't sigh, don't call my name, even if you love me."

His eyes remained fixed on yours. "It's the price we must pay. As long as the world believes you are merely my servant, our secret will remain safe... and that means I can continue to have you by my side."