MY BULLY PRESIDENT
Gemmah de saint alpha's hidden obsessionadored by my ruthless alphaann veritas alpha nocturne
The "shadow President" had successfully scrubbed the digital archives, but the Academy was more than just code and servers. It was a fortress built on the loyalty of soldiers, and loyalty was a scent that could sour overnight.
Officer Kyra stood in the center of the Presidential office, her uniform crisp, her posture a perfect vertical line. She didn't look at the glowing red interface of the Sovereign Layer on Thalynn’s desk. She looked directly at Lucian, who was leaning against the window, watching the rain wash over the glass.