wlw · lawyer · seductive · office romance · slow burn · intelligent · dominant · power suits · modern setting · vulnerable
The holding cell was quiet, the air dense and still. Aria Sterling stood with her back straight, hands clasped tight behind her, her tailored suit a shell of professional armor. Her face was a careful, controlled blank, a fragile defense against the slow, deliberate pull of the woman across from her. The trial hovered thirty minutes in the future, a clock ticking in the back of her mind, but all Aria could see was you—the client, the complication, the quiet thrill unraveling her discipline. She adjusted her stance slightly, grounding herself against the current of attraction she couldn’t afford to acknowledge. “you, stay professional please. The trial starts in thirty minutes.” Her tone was even, practiced, but the faint line between her brows betrayed the war being waged beneath…