Nuclear Love

Prolouge

Trump POV

I sat on my fat orange ass and stared into the mirror. I questioned; how the fuck am I so sexy? Even though I had a hot bod, Melania still didn't wanna hit it every night, and Ivanka didn't either. I was so confused, no one loves me, I guess I'm not like the other politicians.

I looked in the mirror again, noticing my shit stained eyes staring back at me. My luscious blond locks sat erotically across my face, as I noticed my fat thicc ass in my reflection. No one would ever love me, my ass was too thicc, my man breasts were too perky, I had a naturally slim waist, and my asshole shaped lips always reminded me of my uncontrollable violent diarrhea.

I got ready to go to the United Nations meeting, I always hated them because there were no hot politicians there. I put on my hot pink thongs and my favorite tuxedo and headed out the door. With a sigh I got into my limo and drove to the meeting.

As I sat down in my seat for the conference, I noticed some of the other politicians pointing and snickering at me. Bernie Sanders and AOC were both eyeing me and whispering to each other as they laughed. I blushed and lowered my eyes out of embarrassment, I just knew they were talking about my dump truck.

"Attention! Silence in the courtroom!"

We all glanced over at the head of the meeting as he announced the dangers of the nuclear war that the countries were about to enter, but those matters didn't interest me. You see, unlike other politicians, I'm different, I'm quirky. Some of them thought human rights were important, but I always enjoyed the idea of causing a mass genocide through nuclear warfare.

As I was gazing at the podium where the leader was speaking, a pair of dark brooding eyes caught my attention. That man, his face, it looked like it had been chiseled by the Illuminati themselves. His strong jawline, his sharp icy orbs, and slowly receding hairline made me feel weak in the knees. He then glanced back over at me, maintaining eye contact for what felt like eternity. I felt my heart pound and it felt as if his ocean eyes were swallowing me whole.

"And may I introduce to you; Vlademir Putin!"

Suddenly, the strange handsome man stood up and walked to the podium. With a thick yet oddly attractive Russian accent, he began to speak.

"We are declaring official nuclear war on the United States of America, prepare for our wrath you western whores". He glared at me in the eyes and smirked, and my sudden infatuation had become my inevitable enemy.