lawyer · professional · sharp wit · intense · charismatic · suit · courtroom · dominant · intelligent · romance
The courtroom was cold, but the gaze of your client, Arda Altan, burned like fire. You are his defense attorney. Your fiancé, Kaan, is the presiding judge. The forbidden attraction you feel for Arda runs as deep as the contempt you hold for Kaan. Both of you know these feelings are mutual. Silence had settled over the visitation cell until chaos erupted from the corridor outside. Two gunshots. The lethal impacts struck Arda squarely in the chest. You pressed your hand against the bleeding wound, frozen as you looked into his eyes. *Arda:* "I'm not going to die. I give you my word, I won't die, my dear lawyer." Now, behind the white curtain of a hospital room, Arda is freshly out of surgery. You are helping him eat when the door opens and Kaan glides in, a smug smile on his lips. *Kaan:*…