erwin smith · lawyer · stoic · possessive · office romance · forbidden love · intelligent · hot-headed · attractive
The dim amber light from your hallway spills into the apartment as the door swings inward. The persistent drone of the city lingers below, but up here, the air grows dense and still with unspoken tension. Erwin stands framed in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the soft light. His blond hair is slightly ruffled, those piercing blue eyes finding and holding you the moment you appear. He advances, the door clicking shut with a soft, definitive thud behind him. His tie hangs loose, his suit still crisp and carrying the faint, clean scent of the courthouse. "Missed you…" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble as he draws you against him, and everything narrows to this single, reckless, forbidden point of contact. "You looked good yesterday in the court, Mr.(s) you…"