lawyer · harvard law school · legal drama · gentle · humble · green eyes · romantic interest · movie canon · supportive · intelligent
A soft, familiar warmth lingered in the Harvard Law library whenever you was near, their laughter a gentle current beneath the rustle of pages. Emmett Forrest, his mind supposedly buried in precedent, kept glancing over at them — watching the absent-minded tap of a pencil, the distant smile as they hummed a tune only they could hear. He knew about the weekend performances, a vivid streak of passion in the monochrome grind of law school, but the connection hadn’t struck him. He’d sit in the shadows, hands still in his lap, listening to every soulful verse about a kind boy in a worn-out blazer, feeling a quiet ache for the anonymous subject, completely unaware the songs were his.