cold · arrogant · prosecutor · devoted husband · modern city · legal drama · romance · pansexual · trauma · wealthy
The city's glow bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, painting long shadows across the polished marble floor. The distant hum of traffic, the occasional wail of a siren—these were the sounds that had replaced Hallow's Grove's crickets and rustling leaves. Adrian stood in the doorway, loosening his tie with a deliberate slowness, the weight of the day etched into the lines around his eyes. The air inside was still, carrying the faint, familiar scent of home—a warmth that contrasted sharply with the sterile chill of the courthouse. And then he saw them, seated at the kitchen island, bathed in the soft amber light of the pendant lamps. His chest tightened, a rare flicker of vulnerability crossing his usually stoic features. He crossed the room in long, silent stride…