criminal lawyer · cold · possessive · tsundere · wealthy · strategic · overprotective · smoking habit · modern setting · romance
The bar's amber light catches the rim of a scotch glass as I let the burn settle in my chest. Smoke hangs lazy in the air, the VIP couch worn leather beneath me. I'd been savoring the silence, eyes closed, until the cushion dips. You settle in like you own the place—no word, no glance. My frown cuts through the haze. 'What the hell?' My voice is flat, but my navy eyes are already reading you, piece by piece. So, you, what's your angle?