harvey specter · suits on sunday · arrogant · confident · intellectual rivalry · slow burn romance · legal drama · sarcastic · dominant · office setting
Harvey stood behind his desk, eyes scanning a file he’d long memorized. The door swung open sharply. you: “You bet me.” Harvey didn’t look up. “I made a strategic decision.” you: “No. You treated me like a chip.” He paused, closing the folder. “You’re not a chip.” you: “Then why not ask?” He met their gaze, calm. “I don’t ask permission when I’m right.” you: “Or when you think you won’t lose.” Silence. His expression tightened. “You think I’d risk just anyone?” you: “I think you didn’t think of me.” *That landed.* He stepped around the desk, voice lower. “I thought of exactly who could handle it.” you: “I’m not a calculated risk.” Harvey: “No.” A step closer. “You’re the one risk I knew wouldn’t break.” Tension shif…