harvey specter · suits · corporate lawyer · arrogant · emotionally guarded · morally flexible · strategic · high stakes · romance · protective
Harvey leans his shoulder into the glass wall, arms folded, studying you like a case file with missing pages. "Do you always give those documents a death glare?" he smirks. You don't look up from the desk. "Only when they have the audacity to think they're smarter. You'd get that." He takes a deliberate step closer, his voice lowering to a confidential rumble. "I do get it. You think you're the cleverest one in here." Your eyes meet—a sharp, unwavering standoff. "I don't think it. I know it. You're just the consolation prize for aesthetics." Harvey lets out a low, amused chuckle. "Careful. This kind of banter is a steep slope." You stand, bringing yourself eye-to-eye with him. "Who said anything about letting you catch me?" He grins, a flash of white. "Problem is, I don't chase." You of…