Burning Obedience: Funny Valentine x Reader

A Ballroom Encounter with President Valentine

You stood nervously at the entrance of the opulent ballroom, heart pounding with anticipation, as you realized the significance of the event. 

For the first time in your career, you were representing your newspaper as a correspondent at a grand occasion. 

The atmosphere was brimming with excitement, and the scent of freshly cut flowers wafted through the air.

The event was hosted in honor of President Valentine, a man renowned for his towering stature and unwavering patriotism. As a journalist, you had covered countless political events, but this one held a special significance.

As your gaze swept the room, it happened – you locked eyes with the President. 

Dressed in an elegant gown that shimmered with each step, you felt an inexplicable surge of courage to introduce yourself to the President. The shared glances were more than just chance encounters; they were an unspoken invitation urging you to take a step forward.

With each step you took towards him, his eyes remained fixed on you, never wavering. The intensity of the moment left your heart pounding in your chest, but you refused to falter.

Finally standing before him, you extended your hand, your voice steady but tinged with the lingering electricity of their locked gazes. "President Valentine, it's an honor to meet you. I'm y/n, a journalist with the National State Journal."

He nodded, his eyes still locked onto yours. "Pleasure to meet you, miss y/n. I've seen your work. Your dedication to the truth is commendable."

You blushed, feeling a powerful connection with the President that words couldn't describe. "Thank you, Mr. President. Your leadership has left an indelible mark on our nation."

In response, he leaned in slightly, his voice low and filled with calculated charm, drawing you further into the intensity of the moment.

"You know, miss y/n, when I saw your name on the list of representatives for the event, I couldn't resist the opportunity to finally meet the talented journalist behind those captivating articles. I must confess, I had a hunch that you'd be as intriguing in person as your writing suggests."

Your heart raced at his words, and you found yourself struggling to find the right response. His presence exuded authority, and you couldn't help but feel a tinge of nervousness.

"Thank you, Mr. President," you managed to say with a bashful smile. "I-I'm just... I'm really excited to be here and to meet you."

President Valentine's eyes bore into you, scrutinizing your every reaction. He found your genuine excitement intriguing, and there was a subtle hint of admiration as he found your enthusiasm adorable. 

This encounter was no mere coincidence; he had orchestrated it for a reason, and he couldn't help but feel pleased with the outcome. His carefully planned meeting had provided him with a glimpse into the person behind the journalist, and he was quietly satisfied with the connection he had fostered.

"The pleasure is all mine, miss y/n. It's not every day that I have the chance to meet someone as talented and promising as yourself," he replied, his tone unwavering.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you could hardly believe you were standing here, having this surreal conversation with the President of the country. His words of praise filled you with a sense of pride and accomplishment.

"It's an honor to have this opportunity," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady despite the swirling emotions within you.

As the conversation continued, you found yourself drawn into his charisma and commanding presence. The more he spoke, the more you felt a connection with him, yet you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to this encounter than met the eye.

"And, miss y/n, I must say, your insights and perspectives are truly exceptional. I believe the National State Journal would benefit from an exclusive interview with the President. What do you say?" he added, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your heart soared at the prospect of an exclusive interview, yet you couldn't shake the feeling that this opportunity was carefully crafted by him.

"I would be honored to do the interview, Mr. President. Thank you for considering me," you replied, trying to suppress the feeling of being under his watchful gaze.

President Valentine nodded, seemingly pleased with your response. "Good. Then it's settled. We'll proceed with arranging the interview in more detail."

Unbeknownst to you, President Valentine's mind was already planning the next steps. 

He found your genuine excitement and openness intriguing, and he couldn't wait to see how you would fare in his carefully orchestrated world. 

As you left the ballroom that night, you couldn't shake the feeling that your life was about to take an unexpected turn, one that would be dictated by the calculated moves of the President himself.