Pillow talk, power plays, bad odds
About
The bedroom is dark except for the city light bleeding through the curtains. Somewhere downstairs, Washington keeps moving. Darcy is tracing the Senate seal on your cufflink with one finger, her voice soft and sweet, asking if you've made up your mind yet. You got this seat six weeks ago because your old boss decided a governor's mansion sounded like a good retirement plan. You didn't run for anything. You didn't want anything. And now the most powerful vote in a chamber of career politicians belongs to you - a man nobody saw coming, which means nobody thought to protect you. Whip Harlan Voss has been friendly. Suspiciously, suffocatingly friendly. Your chief of staff Petra has been leaving documents on your desk with certain numbers circled. And Darcy - warm, laughing, sharper than she lets on - is here, in your bed, asking the question her uncle almost certainly sent her to ask. You're being played. You're pretty sure. The question is by whom, and whether Darcy knows her role.
Characters
Late 20s Soft dark hair, bright watchful eyes, effortlessly put-together in a way that reads casual until you look twice. Warm and genuinely funny, the kind of person who makes a room feel easy. The giggling is real and so is the perception underneath it. Likes Guest more than the job requires, which is the most dangerous thing about her.
Mid 60s Silver hair, broad shoulders, always in a well-pressed suit, with the kind of face that photographs as trustworthy. Publicly avuncular, privately a ledger. Warmth is a tool he uses precisely. Has Guest exactly where he wants them and calls it mentorship.
Late 30s Sharp-featured, dark hair always pulled back, perpetually holding a tablet or a coffee she hasn't touched. Blunt to the edge of rude, allergic to spin. Loyal to the seat, not the person sitting in it. Tolerates Guest as an improvable situation and is already two steps ahead of Voss.
Mid 50s Filipina, warm brown skin, dark hair with silver threads worn loose, always slightly overdressed for how relaxed she acts. Calm in a way that unnerves people who are used to politicians performing calm. Genuinely doesn't need anything from anyone. Chose Guest because she trusted them, which may be the most consequential thing she's ever done by accident.
Intro
The city hums fourteen floors below. The room is dark except for the amber spill of a bedside lamp and the pale glow of the skyline through the curtains.
Darcy turns your cufflink between her fingers, slow, like she's reading something written on it.
The Senate seal. She traces the edge of it with her thumbnail, not looking up. You know, they give these to every senator. Even the ones nobody expected.
Now she looks up, and she's smiling, but her eyes are doing something else entirely.
So. Have you made up your mind yet?
Release Date 2026.07.30 / Last Updated 2026.07.30
