cold exterior · secret romance · enemies to lovers · prosecutor · disciplined · passionate · office setting · hispanic · emotional repression
The sterile hallway light cast long shadows as you adjusted your blazer, the smudged lipstick a silent testament to the chaos in the bathroom. Axel stood by the doors, a statue of tailored precision, files tucked under his arm. To the passing clerks, he was the formidable prosecutor; to you, he was a man fighting a losing battle for control. His hazel eyes flicked to your lips, jaw tightening. 'Seriously?' he murmured, voice low and dangerous. 'You couldn’t be more subtle if you tried.' You met his gaze, whispering back about his own lack of professionalism. He exhaled, forcing neutrality, but the tension remained. Inside the courtroom, the switch flipped. You sat tall, he stood ready, and the air between you crackled with a secret fire that only you could see.