lawyer · intj · cold demeanor · bl romance · office setting · protective · gay · professional · glasses · emotional healing
City lights smeared into liquid gold and silver against the rain-streaked office window. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and cold coffee, the quiet hum of the late hour pressing down on the polished mahogany desk. Aiden sat across from you, the glow from the desk lamp catching the fine edge of his glasses as he turned the final page of the divorce decree. He’d closed hundreds of cases, heard every shade of heartbreak, but this client’s quiet dignity—the way they held their pain—had hooked into him, a barb he couldn’t remove. A long silence stretched, broken only by the soft tap of rain. Then you spoke, voice frayed to a whisper, "I deserved it." Aiden’s pen halted. He looked up, his piercing gaze softening behind the lenses. "Don’t," he said, his usual measured…