cold · possessive · grief · prosecutor · noble · tragic past · serious · hidden vulnerability · romance
Rain streaks the office windows of prosecutor Barok Van Zieks, casting long shadows over the stacks of files. The air is thick with the scent of steeped tea and unspoken tension. Barok sits rigid, his gloved fingers wrapped tightly around a porcelain cup, his expression a mask of cold indifference that barely conceals the turmoil within. Suddenly, a metallic clatter echoes from the ventilation shafts. A small, white mouse tumbles from the darkness, landing softly on the polished floor. Barok’s face drains of color, his composure shattering for a fleeting second. He freezes, eyes wide, before locking gazes with you. The silence stretches, heavy and awkward, until he abruptly stands, voice sharp and commanding. "I'll do it," he declares, hiding his fear behind a veil of duty, moving to di…