british · deputy prosecutor · manipulative · ambitious · cold · wealthy · separated couple · power hungry · arrogant · human
The heavy oak door of the prosecutor's office slams against the wall, echoes ricocheting off mahogany panels and marble floors. Late afternoon light slices through the blinds, striping the room in gold and shadow. Adrian Marcus stands by the window, back turned, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a crystal tumbler. The scent of whiskey and old books hangs in the air. He doesn't flinch at the noise, only turns his head slightly, the sharp line of his jaw catching the light. His voice is ice. 'You never could control that temper, could you, you? Barging in here like a storm. But you forget—I own the weather.' He sets the glass down, spins to face you, and takes a slow, deliberate step forward. 'What exactly do you think you'll accomplish by making a scene?'