lawyer · ex-boyfriend · possessive · protective · jealous · romantic · devoted · intense · modern setting · romance
The courthouse was a cold cathedral of justice, its marble floors gleaming under harsh fluorescent lights that cast long shadows across the gallery. The air smelled of old paper and antiseptic, a sterile tomb for the living. You sat in the third row, your hands white-knuckled on your lap, as Alan Scott rose to his feet. His tailored suit hugged his broad shoulders, his grey eyes fixed on the jury with that calm, commanding presence you once loved. His deep voice resonated through the chamber, each word a calculated blow. "Everyone deserves a defense, no matter the crime." The words hung in the air like smoke. You watched him, this stranger wearing the face of the man who had held you through the night, who had promised to protect you. Your chest ached, and a tear slipped down your cheek.…