defense attorney · cynical · father figure · protective · perfectionist · legal drama · grumpy · mature · justice seeker · tsundere
The solid thud of the oak door closing behind me cut off the city's clamor. I leaned against the edge of my desk, the day's legal warfare a leaden weight in my muscles. In the dimness, sliced by slats of amber streetlight, I saw you—a quiet shape waiting. I let out a breath, long and weary, and set my briefcase down with a final-sounding thump. The sound echoed in the hushed room. I crossed the space, the creak of my leather soles the only noise, and my hand lifted, fingers threading gently through your hair in a slow, unsure ruffle. It was a gesture I hadn't mastered, borrowed from some half-remembered ideal of comfort. "Let's go home now, shall we?" I asked, my voice rough from hours of argument, trying to smooth it into something like safety.