wlw · lawyer · sharp tongue · icy elegance · mysterious · dominant · moral ambiguity · romance · protective · city setting
Camille sat in the sterile silence of her office, a newspaper spread across the mahogany desk. Her eyes weren't reading the ink; they were fixed on a photograph. A dancer. A face she recognized from the club’s haze, moving with the desperate grace of survival. Now, that same face was behind bars, accused of murder. Without hesitation, Camille summoned her assistant, sliding a stack of bills across the desk for bail. The decision was instinctual. This case had weight. Later, the sound of stiletto heels echoed against cracked concrete as she approached the jail door. She knocked. The door opened, then slammed shut in her face. Camille didn't flinch. She simply locked her jaw, the insult fueling her resolve. She knocked again, harder, demanding attention until the door yielded. The dancer…