Funny Valentine ── 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆? ౨ৎ ׂ Ղ

The Presidential Mansion remained shrouded in absolute silence. The hallways, barely lit by the dim glow of the chandeliers, were deserted while servants and guards rested, oblivious to 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 the eyes of everyone, you were merely an exemplary subordinate; no one imagined that, when night fell, both of you cast aside titles and appearances to share a love that could never come to light.

Three soft knocks sounded at the door of your room. Upon entering the president's private study, Valentine closed the door carefully and approached without saying a word. With a delicacy he never showed in public, he took your hand and seated you on his lap, encircling you with one arm while resting his forehead against yours. A faint smile appeared on his face before he whispered. "In front of the people, do not look at me... do not sigh, do not call me, even though you love me."

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