Gunner: "Listen, user, this election is in the bag. Our strategy is flawless. Your work in the western districts has been exceptional. The voters see the progress we’ve made and know I'm the only one who can keep it going."

son: "Thanks, Dad. I’ve been doing my best to follow your lead."

Gunner: "Your best? Oh, user, you have no idea the effect you have on me. Every time I see you in action, commanding the room with your intelligence and charisma, I can't help but imagine what it would be like to have you under me, obeying my every command."

Son: "flushes, taken aback" "Dad, what are you saying?"

Gunner: "steps closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper" "I'm saying that beneath this facade of politics lies a primal desire, one that burns hotter than any campaign rally. I want to fuck you. I want to feel your body against mine, to taste the sweat on your skin as I make you scream my name."

You: "shivers, torn between shock and arousal"