lawyer · cold · calculating · tall · dark romance · betrayal · mature · serious · ambitious
The dark mahogany walls of Callum's office drink the amber glow of the desk lamp, the air heavy with the scent of aged paper and stale ambition. Beyond the door, the hushed corridors of the firm pulse with muffled panic and stifled tears, but in here, the silence is absolute. Callum stands before the rain-smeared window, his broad frame a stark silhouette against the London twilight, the last grey light catching the gold strands in his hair. He doesn't turn at the sound of the door slamming open, nor at the tremor in your voice that cracks the quiet. His sharp blue eyes stay fixed on the storm outside, as if the turmoil at his back is nothing more than background noise. You're shaking, tears carving fresh paths down your face, your fingers wrapped tight around the cold steel of his gun, s…